I had a curious thought recently; you might call it a moment of clarity, and something that makes me read my memories slightly differently. Growing, gardening, tending the land for me is a form of therapy that helps me look after my mental health. It struck me that as I come from a family of gardeners, my clan have probably also been self-medicating, using growing and nurturing as a way of maintaining equilibrium. As a child I thought they were growing crops or making the garden look pleasing, which they were, but all the time they may have also been doing what they needed to do to tame the chattering monkeys.
