I stood alone amongst swaying trees
Groaning, creaking bark rubbing against bark, branches entwined cracking
A cold, damp wind permeated my soul
I sought refuge with the Dreamer…
and realized I had not been the only one
I pulled my scarf tighter around my neck and clutched my coat hoping to keep the cold at bay
Even on frozen days the garden’s beauty shines through
The garden is a refuge, not only for me but also for those who prowl its paths after dark
I’ve often said life gets in the way of living or perhaps its the other way around. However one chooses to interpret the statement, these past months life has indeed put obstacles in the way of living. Even though the winter in Eastern Pennsylvania was not harsh to the outer world, it was harsh internally.
The labyrinth in spring
As days grew longer and the earth moved into another spring season I moved back into the gardens and pictures were taken and stored.
Life continued to swirl around me. Many changes occurred including retiring from an 18 year vocation. New paths are being created in the gardens and new paths are opening before me.
Come back to the gardens and enjoy their ever-changing vistas.
Perceptions – formulated by what we see, feel, hear, smell or taste
The absence of sound, the feeling of stillness
A world of grey and white punctuated by color seen on a summer’s day
A night-time snowfall the earth covered in a mantle of white
A blanket of security
Twelve winter seasons at this place we call home
Twelve years of growth, of knowledge, of mistakes
Alyssum and violas have braved freezing nights
But never have Helleborus rose so confidently above a barren ground
Projects begun and completed
Dreams of those yet to come
Join with us who watch the garden grow in anticipation of what Gaia has planned for us.
All images of flowers taken January 1st, 2016 excluding the invasive orchid
A quiet walk through the gardens
Down to the labyrinth
Reflection – introspection
Prayers – Healing energy
Autumn overwhelms our senses
Sienna – Maize – Umber
Terra Cotta – Walnut – Scarlet
The wind dancing through the leaves and the hairs on our skin
Turning its dance into a frontal assault as it roars through trees ripping the last of the leaves from their branches leaving behind skeletal remains
We witness the reaping of Gaia’s sustenance as combines roll over fields of soy and corn
Leaving her creatures to glean what humans leave behind
Night falls earlier homes become our refuge
As others choose to leave
As I walk through the gardens in the morning I wonder how to best share its transformation.
Road-side flower bed, Golden Spirea, Catmint and Lamium, (Spotted Dead Nettle)
Just a few months ago the Dreamer was blanketed by snow and paths were non-existent.
Stream-side path by the Labyrinth Hostas, Hellebores and Weigela compliment a River Birch
Color now abounds,
Snap Dragon flowers covered with dew drops
birds sing and “creatures great and small” share this sacred space.
New-born American Robin s in the cryptomeria japonica