This garden isn't a showpiece. And I am only the tenant.
I was going to write about
The Art of Gardening, using my formerly lumpen, now shapely compost heap as an illustration of how anything rudimentary can be made beautiful.
But it's too hard to think about. It's easier for me to show you these Eucalypts rising out from beside the shapely, formerly lumpen compost heap.
This is why I garden, and why for me it's an art. I like to continue the continuity of life, or to be part of that continuation.
It's nearly spring here. The birds and the buds are leaping. These
Freesias came from my grandmother's garden in Adelaide. They smell like a heavenly fruit salad.
I am weak, often, in spring: weak with the labour. I don't mind going slower, finding myself more diligent. Besides, I too, what with my feelings of liberty, feel spring's vigour.
I make gardens to make a space wherein apparent timelessness is allowed. Work, yes, but it's honourable and simple.
Hello Faisal,
ReplyDeleteIt is clear to us through your writing and your thoughts that you feel very close to Nature in all its moods and seasons. You sense new beginnings, revel in the bounty of the land as it reaches maturity and hibernate for the lean months of winter. In all these phases, you capture in words and images the raw beauty of simple things and the joy that there is to be had in just living.
We love the image of fruit salad Freesias and we can sense that your garden is beginning to stir from its slumber just as here everything is settling down, waiting to be put to bed. The rhythm of the seasons and the sense of being a tiny fragment of a universal whole is evident in this beautifully reflective post. Perfect!
Hello Jane and Lance,
DeleteI don't know what to say to such a fine compliment!
I know, with your own gardening experience, that you'd know how involving the process is, and how rewarding.
Thank you indeed!
The heavenly fruit salad in your beautiful Garden of Eden makes me simply happy.
ReplyDeleteYes, it's almost edible, Hannah!
DeleteSimply beautiful !
ReplyDelete...and simply kind of you, Paul.
Deletemy freesias are the white species, and oh so fragrant as they light up!
ReplyDeleteHonourable and simple, yes.
yes, Diana, that fragrance is a knockout! I hope yours grace your garden for many years to come.
DeleteDear Faisal, yes, yes, yes, you express my sentiments perfectly. The idea of timelessness, gardening as art, how anything can be made beautiful ... and Zara, looking so lovely. I am so aware of spring renewal in the garden. No wonder all that poetry has been written about spring.
ReplyDeleteDear Sue, yes, there's certainly a quickening and an enlivening going on. All the birds come alive too. Me too, with this newfound sunshine!
DeleteDear Faisal, oh, isn't spring wonderful! I love my garden so much and I love to read about yours. Your freesias are so beautiful - I'm enjoying mine, too.
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