20/08/06

Unlike me, my Mum gardens virtually full time. We have a pretty big section overlooking the bay. You’d think I’d be out trying to catch up, or have a life, but I’m looking through the window at my Mum. Even in the drizzling rain she gardens, weeding the border beside the driveway, a bucket beside her. I take out the prescription and read it: Tuesday, 20 August. Dr Rod Flower. A prescription for speed.

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