The History of the Standing Stone
Before there was a lower garden, a secret garden, there was a grassy glen only accessible by a narrow slope. A slope so severe that you had to walk down it with a sideways step. Taking a riding lawnmower down was harrowing experience and bringing it back up was always a challenge. It was inevitable.
The standing stone did not always stand upright. When we moved to the house it laid partially buried aside the slop.
One afternoon while riding the mower up the slope it began slipping backwards and ended up aside the stone while my husband ended up upon the stone. We were told that had his back hit the stone in slightly different position, he would have been paralyzed.
As the gardens evolved and the slope tamed, the standing stone was an inevitable addition. What was once a reminder of an averted catastrophe is now the guard of a mystical world.
Oh Bonnie – it’s so beautiful! I love the gift of being able to enjoy your talents with your camera, your words, and your gardens. But mostly…your friendship. You are awesome.
Such a beautiful place, Miss Bonnie…I absolutely love the photos of your garden.
Rocks and stones add character to a garden, and when there’s a story too they are magical. Your stone really does have an air of mystic about it. We discovered an enormous rock in our garden a few years back that had been hidden beneath ancient overgrown shrubs and tree stumps covered in ivy. We cleared it so it stands alone now, and we can’t imagine the garden without it!
You have done a lot of hard work.
Thank you for the story and photos. The creeping jennie and creeping charlie as ground covers are great. Where’d you find the black sphere?
The black sphere is a bowling ball! lol!