"Here I am breathing the soft air of Mount
Edgcumbe standing upon the brink of a Cliff overlooking the sea and singing
Notturnos with
Pacchierotti. Innumerable bees are humming about the Myrtles and Arbutus which hang on the steeps and are covered with blossom." William
Beckford 1781
Oh my, the connection is intense. Gardens transcend time, size, style, budget, governments.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
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View from my garage, above, living in a ubiquitous American subdivision. With my garden, I've left the ubiquities behind.
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