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Inside These Secret Gardens

No two gardens are the same. No two days are the same in one garden.
—Hugh Johnson

I have always been so fascinated by gardens—

—especially the ones I stumble on, unexpectedly.

The ones vibrant with life and dreams…

even the ones wilting away—some more beautifully and tragically than the rest.

The ones we walk through on a late afternoon…

but most of all the ones we hide deep inside ourselves. Yours, maybe.

Tell me,

what would someone find in your secret garden ?

And why is it secret ?

Bon Iver (Cover by The New Classic) Holocene

 

Kym

Author, adventurer, wild child.

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  1. thanks so much for your comment on my blog.

    i love this space.

    this post is magic. that quote just became one of my favorites.

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  2. two things i thought of:

    This quote from Cicero: “If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.”

    and this lovely poem:

    “In Defense of Our Overgrown Garden
    BY MATTHEA HARVEY
    Last night the apple trees shook and gave each lettuce a heart
    Six hard red apples broke through the greenhouse glass and
    Landed in the middle of those ever-so-slightly green leaves
    That seem no mix of seeds and soil but of pastels and light and
    Chalk x’s mark our oaks that are supposed to be cut down   
    I’ve seen the neighbors frown when they look over the fence
    And see our espalier pear trees bowing out of shape I did like that
    They looked like candelabras against the wall but what’s the sense
    In swooning over pruning I said as much to Mrs. Jones and I swear
    She threw her cane at me and walked off down the street without
    It has always puzzled me that people coo over bonsai trees when
    You can squint your eyes and shrink anything without much of   
    A struggle ensued with some starlings and the strawberry nets
    So after untangling the two I took the nets off and watched birds
    With red beaks fly by all morning at the window I reread your letter
    About how the castles you flew over made crenellated shadows on   
    The water in the rainbarrel has overflowed and made a small swamp
    I think the potatoes might turn out slightly damp don’t worry
    If there is no fog on the day you come home I will build a bonfire
    So the smoke will make the cedars look the way you like them
    To close I’m sorry there won’t be any salad and I love you”

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    • Yes ! Ciero.

      And that poem, oh my gosh. I am in love with some of those lines:

      I reread your letter / About how the castles you flew over made crenellated shadows on / The water

      If there is no fog on the day you come home I will build a bonfire
      So the smoke will make the cedars look the way you like them

      Drippingly gorgeous. Thanks for sharing the beauty.

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    • How nice to hear that from you, Maria, seeing how I am in love with your own photos and words.

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  3. Those roses have taken my breath away – I thought nothing would outdo the second picture, but they’re all genuinely stunning. I love the sort of heaviness to them, the cloudiness. Really gorgeous.

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    • Thanks so much, Anna. I’m so happy that you sense the heaviness—I was hoping to convey that.

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  4. Many cups of tea, herbs straight from the garden and hot water. A small stream to swim in. A small tent or a hut with open walls to paint in. Obviously I guess (:

    This rose garden looks amazing.

    Happy Tuesday, hopefully it is sunny there!

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  5. Oh, I am so inspired! Your site is marvelous! I was just thinking how angry I can get sometimes, and upon your site, it all melted away. So beautiful. It’s one of the best places I’ve visited so far. The textures, sounds, sights, poetry and smells… I’m in love.

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    • Aw, thank you Rhina ! That may have been one of the most wonderful comments I’ve ever seen written. This blog is a little bit like a sanctuary to me. I’m so glad it could be for you, too.

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