Marc Hamer was “the gardener,” someone who — for a portion of each day, over a career’s worth of years — knelt for hire, often pulling weeds.
He knew that his employers in the big house, wine glasses in hand, would look out and see him in his posture of humility and perhaps say, “The gardener is here,” as if he were nameless and this was his only purpose on earth.
But no matter.
“It felt like prayer; it felt like I was actually humbling myself, bowing to the universe.”A garden is a place of work, yes.
But for anyone with the soul of a gardener — no matter their level of expertise — it is also something else.
Persons:
Marc Hamer, ”, —, Hamer
Locations:
Cardiff , Wales, “