“Gardeners’ World, or What I Did During the Plague”For that hour, only the earthof his garden. Dark and friableas chocolate cake, throngingwith nematodes and fungi,more microbes in a spoon than humanson the planet. A fear-free hour.An hour without my trip-wired heart.Were you aware the peony,like the potato, is a tuber?I was in love with his
‘Gardeners’ World,’ or What I Did During the Plague
Cynthia White
