Sunday, January 22, 2012
Speaking of Gardens
With chickens and gardens on my mind, I decided to visit some favorite inspiration gardens.
I feel compelled to remind myself: This is January, the winter month. This is when frost and heavy rain can dampen a gardener's spirit. Beware the false impression that spring has arrived. The weather has many sketchy, foggy, rainy, cold days in store, yet.
But who would believe it? Under a blue sky, with fuschias seductively displaying their petals and finery? Who would ever know...
Light on her feet, with only a knit cap and winter's long shadows to hint at the season, Maria leads the way to a secret garden.
Silent and lovely garden ladies... no one told Maria the way.
We've been visiting this garden for seventeen years. Our friend, Candice, introduced us to many of the area nurseries, back before William was in kindergarten, and Alex was a baby. This is where we found Joe, our dear old bunny. They used to have all kinds of birds, and rabbits here. This is where we first learned about rabbitats... cozier, earthier, roomier rabbit habitats.
Even with all these temptations, with all the pleasures offered, I don't come here as often as I used to. Easily, happily, remedied, I think. Maria played in the little house, like her brothers before her. Her game was sweet... imagining everyone was together, and we were making our plans to build a tree house.
Thinking of outwitting our hens, and revitalizing our garden beds really did encourage my gardening aspirations. Maria and I exercised much discipline and restraint, limiting the number of seeds we carried home. She continued exploring the play house, testing it for all its possibilities, while I finished blanket stitching a napkin, and thinking of sprouting other possibilities.
This was a moment.
Window boxes, and sunshine, play.
Memories, and hopes.
It's no secret,
gardens give way