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 ?
my goodness…these are so pretty. and exactly how I’d picture the secret garden.
thank you amanda. this secret garden is exactly like i picture it too. :)
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.
lovely words from a lovely poet. thank you.
Secrets make life interesting :)
I think Dave Hong has secrets.
I should start a google reader folder just for your projects :)
Solemate :) I know, I’m terrible. (But in a good way ?;)
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”
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.
beautiful photos.
lovely words.
♥
How nice to hear that from you, Maria, seeing how I am in love with your own photos and words.
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.
Thanks so much, Anna. I’m so happy that you sense the heaviness—I was hoping to convey that.
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!
A tent in your garden. How perfect. It sounds sweet and cozy enough to nap in.
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.
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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