Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are?
Alfred Austin, 1835- 1913
Appointed Poet Laureate of England in 1896 upon the death of Alfred, Lord Tennyson, I wonder what this man would say my garden tells him of me?
|Freesia add cheer to the foreground while the blooming Magnolia soulangiana anchors the background|
Barbra Streisand seeks soothing monochromatic perfection in her garden colorways. I don't think she would be enchanted by the scene above.
I, on the other hand, adore her gardens. If I had the budget, perhaps I would like to craft the garden with the precision of a Persian rug. That I can't does not bother me in the least, for as Alfred opined on the true value of gardening
The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul.
|Yellow Clivia Minata|
A quick walk between rains in the side yard "nursery" revealed the Iris "Ida Red" made her debut.
|An orange pop of a nasturtium blossom pokes through the lavender|
The diminutive Santa Barbara Daisy is delightful companion to African Daisy
There is nothing more humble than Santa Barbara Daisy cuddling with the purple African Daisy. But together, they create visual comfort food. As Alfred said
Exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society.
I believe he might think that though we belong to different centuries, that we are kindred spirits.