Wick

Some pictures from my yard this morning. All is wick!

When a thing is wick, it has a life about it. Now, maybe not a life like you and me. But somewhere there's a single streak of green inside it. Come, and let me show you what I mean. When a thing is wick, it has a light around it. Maybe not a light that you can see. But hiding down below a spark's asleep inside it, waiting for the right time to be seen. You clear away the dead parts, so the tender buds can form, loosen up the earth and let the roots get warm...

Dickon from The Secret Garden