My
Flower and Garden
"I
have a garden of my own,
But so with roses overgrown,
And lilies, that you would it guess
to be a little wilderness."
- Andrew Marvell
Innocence
and inquisitive wonderment these two traits beamed from the eyes
of that budding Five year old gardener as she focused her searing
gaze upon the orange she was eating. Why she already had 7 white,
oval and pointed seeds. What if she buried them in the sand behind
her home, may be these were magic seeds. She would climb up on the
branches of the plant that would grow and grow taking her to the
clouds just like in Jack and the Bean Stalk story, her older
sister had read to her just the other night. So she slipped out of
the back door furtively making sure that no one was watching her,
she was going to plant those seeds. It would be her secret.
This
fiery imagination started a young child towards her love of
Flowers and gardens. And then as she grew, her imagination grew
along with her. It carried her along the wonderful magical paths
of her private garden. She wanted it to be slightly unkempt and a
bit overgrown. With lots of wide shady trees, thick enough to
enable total privacy to people resting in it's folds. She wanted
lots of riotous color, deep foliage and greenery that would give
it a magical quality. Meandering paths with secret shady spots.
And yes some sort of waterfall or flowing water creating a murmur
and singing in tune with the natural rhythm of this lush scenery.
She wanted flowers of all colors, birds, butterflies, bees. She
could even smell the tangy scent of the woods and leaves mixed
with the sweet aroma of flowers.
Then
of course there were the sun beams playing hide and seek through
the rich foliage, creating dark and light shadows, shapes and
moods.
She
wanted her flower and garden to be totally enchanting, absolutely
thrilling, with romance lurking around the corners and creativity
oozing from the cores. She wanted it to be peaceful and soothing.
A place where anyone would want to retire to whenever they were
looking for peace, creativity, beauty and absolute freedom from
the worries of their burdened lives.
Her
flower and her garden, it was as real to her as that orange
she had once eaten. She could always go there whenever she wanted.
It was hers and hers alone. Pristine, beautiful and untouched.
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