When I pass through the door to the garden from my enclosed porch I feel a world away from all the responsibilities and worries that I feel inside. The garden is a place of peace (I almost never take a phone out with me) and reflection for me, as well as one of creation. Here I can try new floral combinations--plant a blue garden or an iris garden, whatever I want. In the garden, Pistachio follows me around watching me work and playing with the ivy vine I have pulled out. It is in the garden that Mr. Cardinal comes to visit and if I am very quiet I sometimes am graced with the red-bellied woodpecker who visits my suet feeder. The garden is my get-away and most days I hate to come back through the door to the real world.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
TO THE GARDEN
When I pass through the door to the garden from my enclosed porch I feel a world away from all the responsibilities and worries that I feel inside. The garden is a place of peace (I almost never take a phone out with me) and reflection for me, as well as one of creation. Here I can try new floral combinations--plant a blue garden or an iris garden, whatever I want. In the garden, Pistachio follows me around watching me work and playing with the ivy vine I have pulled out. It is in the garden that Mr. Cardinal comes to visit and if I am very quiet I sometimes am graced with the red-bellied woodpecker who visits my suet feeder. The garden is my get-away and most days I hate to come back through the door to the real world.
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