Solomon Gursky Was Here

Enough.

This letter will be forwarded to you by my executors, after the fact, as it were. I wonder if Solomon would say that I brought the cancer on myself, saying no. Then why didn’t he come round anyway and carry me off? Why didn’t he insist?

It seems to me that our lives are consumed by countless wasting years, but only a few shining moments. I missed mine. Yes is what I should have said. Of course I should have said yes.

With fondest regards,

DIANA

P.S. Quite the best of recent gardening books is Christopher Lloyd’s The Well-Tempered Garden. I’d send you my copy but I have written in the margins.