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Reflections Of A Gardener Part III

devon_gardener
16 years ago

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I have grown up, these past few days, because of this forum.

This forum made me feel welcome at first, but I now know

that many here are not as welcoming. It's not easy when half

the people, on the forum, think that nothing about you is real.

I should have known better, but I can't help it if I am naive and

feel thing's deeply. It's who I am. If only they could have heart's

full of the beauty that roses have. Those of you, with grace and

a generous spirit, giving me respect, you are the ones that are as

beautiful as any rose could ever be. It is in the garden, where I can

find the balance again. All of the harshness of the world becomes

softer and goes away.

My garden is far from perfect. It is as imperfect as I am,

but I strive to make it more beautiful every season. It

gives me so much pleasure to see and read what you all

are doing with your gardens. It gives me inspiration on the

road to creating the garden in my imagination. I think, all

our gardens are a painting that will always need just one

more stroke of the brush. Adding ever more color to the

masterpiece.

I would like to play with bringing blues and violets, in the

form of salvia and lavender, as a romantic compliment to the

roses. Something to make one feel as if they have just arrived

in the South Of France. I would like the garden to mature into

a paradise of the senses. Is there anything more captivating

than a garden where the colors and scents are so alive, that a

spell is cast. At that point, it really is magic.

Loving to grow roses, means having a passion for harmony,

I
would say. It must be a need for some kind of inner-peace.

The world will never be perfect, but that bit of earth, that we

work with, will be made into an serene oasis. I look to my

soul, out there in the garden. The dreamer in me comes out

to play. It is what is real!

I made a date, with a friend, to meet in my garden.

You see, the love of her life is moving away. I gave her

a big hug that lasted a long while. While I was hugging

her, I felt the garden hugging me. And I told her that like

in "Pride and Prejudice", Elizabeth thought Mr. Darcy

would never return, but he did. Because when love is true,

it finds it's way back. I always find my way back to the garden.

There are days when many finches surround me in the

garden. They bounce from rose to rose and it is as if a

secret is being whispered to me as they chirp. And with

golden light coming down through the leaves, I know it is

these small moments that make me feel as if the world is a

good place, that I belong. It's makes me feel so loved to

belong to something as special as a garden.

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