A summer sun rises over the low hills that separate our valley from the coast.
In the tall eucalypts growing by the stream, a magpie warbles,
Down the other end of the property a tui chimes.
We sit on the back deck, sipping coffee in the big Ngio's dappled, sifted light.
We like this quiet time on a Sunday morning,
readying ourselves for a few hours of packing up.
Boxing up the plants is the culmination of months of work.
As we pack we talk about who these people might be.
What sort of place do they live in?
What do their gardens look like?
We think, on some level we all have something in common.
The love of plants.