Charley, The Brutal Gardener
Last night, just before sleeping, I watched a television program about Chinese and Japanese gardeners, caretakers of ancient, tended places within their countries. I watched them build struts to hold up ancient branches that would otherwise break off and fall and throw off the ‘balance’ of their gardens’ planned beauty. When my gardener, Charley, arrived yesterday afternoon in the clothing that my son had passed onto him and hungry and thirsty, I told him about the program on television the... Sign in to see full entry.