There is a power to place when you allow where you live to embrace you.
|'Amistad' Salvia, part of the Sunset Garden Collection, established in less than a season|
This place we live, sculpted the meaning of my existence.
|This geranium, one of several purchased from Greenwood Daylily Gardens is a prolific horticultural 'brood mare'|
Along the way, we learned mortal plans are held back by conscious thoughts. What brought me to cherish this place was not the execution of plans. Deep connection was wrought from the vision and effort required to merge our personal visions of Eden, and make them real.
There is a compelling collected energy born of hearts joining hands with possibility. Man is not inherently the enemy of the natural world. Fight or accept this- people are as much a part of nature as a smile is on a child's face.
|A happy mistake- The orange tecoma- I didn't know it would grow to the size of the crepe myrtle- but our neighbors above prefer this view to our trash cans.|
My garden is not filled with things, so much as it overflows with loving memories.
When my mother could no longer maintain her ode to the childhood jungle she crafted, her soul needed something of the garden to have with her in assisted living. She never had a garden arch- so we re purposed this Charleston-style gateway into her headboard. This made her happy.
Early mornings, as the inky-sky lightens behind the silhouette of dove, I feel her presence. Death did not separate her gardening heart from those she inspired. It lives on in the clippings, rhizomes and plants she passed on.
I don't know that I have ever known a day here without bees. This week they decided that the signature abundant variety of hospitality means they are welcome to raid this hummingbird feeder.
|Milkweed = Monarchs|
This post is dedicated to Allison Grace. My niece's life here was too brief. But while she was here, she taught everyone who knew her about making love THE priority.
Linking to May Dreams Gardens GBBD (Garden Bloggers Bloom Day.
Until we meet again,