The Price of Top Soil

Haiku

Bricks lead to the door
Tulips open to the sun—
Soil waits for new hands

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The path to the front door has become my landscape for today’s ginko. A short walk, measured not in distance but in attention. The bricks lead me forward, but it is the edges that hold my gaze—the tulips, opening themselves to the sun, then closing again as evening falls. A quiet rhythm, unnoticed until you stop.

Yesterday’s purchase sits heavily in the frame: bags of topsoil, stacked, waiting. £20 for 120 litres. A small investment in renewal, set against a world where everything else seems to be rising in cost—fuel, conflict, uncertainty.

In my naivety, I thought compost alone would be enough. But growth needs more. Nutrients. Substance. A grounding.

Here, in this small domestic space, the Earth’s Immortal Landscape reveals itself again—not in grand gestures, but in the simple act of tending, of noticing, of preparing the ground for what comes next.

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