Oh, the
sensuousity of each element. Why didn't I think to measure the table? Get its specs. This tiny spot accomplishes, even in a winter pic, what most large patios do not. An invitation to repose, take time, read, have lunch, dinner, a glass of wine or simply enjoy as a still life.
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Have you already heard the gravel crunching underfoot as you approach? Marvel at the wisdom of keeping the moss? Can you smell the gravel & moss; the morning dew on the tabletop? Can you hear the metal chair upon the gravel as you sit down? Have your fingertips felt the bricks, lichens & moss on top of the table? Did you peak under the tabletop to discover how it was made?
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I took this pic last January, while lecturing in
England, at
Wisley the Royal Horticultural Society headquarters outside of London.
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As perfect as it is I must Tara'ize it somewhat by adding arms to those chairs. Done.
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Garden & Be Well,
XO Tara
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