HE came to the landscape in its entirety. A few of HIS daffodils, below. HE designed the road, sculpted the trees, & planted daffodils; contoured to follow the land.
Driving with this man thru his land as he shares its stories is to share in a benediction. Not once saying 'my' land, always 'the' land. Honoring his good fortune in being its servant.
Wicked & knowing, HE made sure my trip home was perfumed with a portion of his delight in his landscape.
Little did HE know their beauty & fragrance would inaugurate a new teapot. A birthday gift from my Mom.
Is any of this a big deal? What is remembered thru time? A friend's love for their garden, a sweep of daffodils in spring, the gift of beautiful, fragrant flowers, a Mother's perfect gift to her child.
Garden & Be Well, XO Tara