If I had a garden of don’ts—don’t have an opinion, don’t express it, don’t talk, don’t burn bridges, don’t make waves, don’t touch,
don’t write that—it would be a bramble forest understory. Birds sing in the distance, but I can’t find them for all the brush that’s in the way.
A garden of yeses would be much more biodiverse. Think how rich the soil would be….