Every spring when I turn on the sprinkler system and begin another season of mowing the lawn every week and pretending that one day I’m going to do something about the garden, I think of this sonorous number by the great Irish poet Seamus Heaney:
Every spring when I turn on the sprinkler system and begin another season of mowing the lawn every week and pretending that one day I’m going to do something about the garden, I think of this sonorous number by the great Irish poet Seamus Heaney:
