Encased within a crystalline structure
Worlds untouched – unknown
13 days and still Gaia is blanketed by white
A late winter’s nightr
The morning after
The earth refuses to give up her cover and allow spring’s flowers to stretch and bloom
Early March snows melt quickly creating vignettes that are etched into my mind
The labyrinth covered with snow
Slate sculpture in the snow
But still I count down the days until spring
A glass of wine, winter boots and my daily pilgrimage into the gardens.
These past few weeks the Arctic’s cold breath has ended with a whisper of southern warmth.
Winter’s white morphs into a glass encased landscape.
I take care not to slip and spill my wine…
Ice droplets on Whitch-hazel
The garden has matured as I have grown older.
Old gardens have evolved as new ones emerge.
Plantings encourage new visitors while old friends come and go.
Yet I struggle with new-found freedoms.
Like the gardens I can jump boundaries and begin again. The garden embraces all that is new and all that is unplanned.
Can I do the same?
THE GARDENS IN 12 PHOTOGRAPHS