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Sunday, May 1, 2011

The Secret Garden

The secret garden is always open now.  Open, and awake, and alive.  If you look
the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.
                              -The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett

I love this time of year.The early spring show-off flowers have come and gone, fading into the ground until next spring.  The garden is in transition.  To me, beautiful tall aliums signal the true beginning of spring.  They leap over the greenery, tall soldiers standing guard protecting the unsprouted underlings.

Our garden is lush this time of year, imbued with several shades of green. Only the winter worn  moss strewn concrete gargoyles, birdbaths, maidens, and saints reflect sunlight.

Tiny white Star-of Bethlehem petals poke through hostas reaching for light.


We started our vegetable and herb garden yesterday.  The perennial beds are full,  so we planted eveything in containers. Moveable.  Handy.

Heirloom tomato plants have started their journey.  Farm to table.  Deck to plate. Arms reach. Heaven.

Delicate chervil, tarragon, thyme, salad herb, black basil, sweet basil, parsley and rosemary are all nestled in soil. 

They're ready to grow.
We're ready to reap. 

Let  the games begin.

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