in a garden at dawn or dusk,
so that all its shy presences may haunt you
and possess you in a reverie
of suspended thought.
~ James Douglas,
Down Shoe Lane
In my garden there is a large place for sentiment.
My garden of flowers is also
my garden of thoughts and dreams.
The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers,
and the dreams are as beautiful.
~Abram L. Urban
the daylilies were unfurling
their petals and sepals,
a smile and a nod
to the newness of the day.
Gardens are a form of autobiography.
Horticulture magazine, August/September 1993
No two gardens are the same.
No two days are the same in one garden.
I never had any other desire so strong,
and so like to covetousness,
as that one which I have had always,
that I might be master at last of a small house
and a large Garden.
The Garden, 1666
a collection of daylilies.
It just seemed to evolve as I made room
for more and more.
They grow really well in the sweltering humidity here
and require little maintainance.
I have not previously considered myself
a collector of any sort of plant,
but, rather, a hostess to them.
Like guests at a garden party,
Give me odorous at sunrise
a garden of beautiful flowers
where I can walk undisturbed.
This morning I awoke early,
before the rest of the household.
The garden beckoned to me
as I sat on the porch,
a bowl of cereal in front of me.
Camera in hand to catch the morning light,
I coaxed a shy smile from each flower.
The air was soft, a gentle prelude before
the crescendo of heat comes
crashing down upon us
with the approach of mid-day.
Wishing you some moments of solitude
to spend in a garden,
time for reflection and reverie.
Until next time...