Mid-May, at 6 am Looking out onto the garden; which in reality, is so modest in proportion, but spans acres when heart, mind, and imagination are freed. Good vibes visit the subliminal as brightness adorns another day.
Fantasy; a grass pathway, a mile or more long; a wide lawn narrows as distance forms perspective, welcoming sunrise a carpet of green.
Far in the distance, forming a landscape of beauty and limitless imagination, distant trees; a tint of green as leaves spread across their awaiting branches, viewing the sight from a garden far away, unifying imagination and fantasy.
Myriad colors caress the eyes. Trees, once small and modest, enclose the garden in a screen of serenity and stillness, interrupted only by joyous birdsong. Naturally led by a resident blackbird.
Wood pigeons, perching on top of pendulous willows exchanging cooing; always the same formula.
Gradually, distant scenes of majesty withdraw as a curtain of Springtime leaves closes upon the distant vista, thus focusing heart and soul upon a modest garden, yet bursting with color.
Forget-me-nots and bluebells having replaced daffodils; glorious apple and quince blossom, lilac, climbing yellow rosebuds, wisteria, and more, draped across walls.
Perhaps a rather English cup of tea, scones, butter, ‘clotted cream’ and strawberry jam.
Heaven on earth. An English garden however small caresses the heart.
The Divine Breadcrumb visits the consciousness indeed.
Simon, beautiful storytelling. I almost live in my garden…
Dear Larry, Thank you. Gardens are therapeutic
Oh Cynthia,
Thank you so much.
Blessings to you too.
Simon
Thanks for the visualization of your garden Simon.
Beautiful reflection.
blessings,
Cynthia