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My garden is tiny. The gable, below, crowning my head while I type. Crepe myrtles for shade, fragrant tea olive crenellations along the cleyera hedge. (No grass it's my neighbor's frontyard!) "Italy is heroic, but Greece is godlike or devilish -- I am not sure which, and in either case absolutely out of our suburban focus."
My gate, below, delicately tucked into the hedge, always open.
A chair, below, just past the gate
in my potager. A room within a room. Studying in Europe many times yet, I travel farthest in my garden.
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"Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice, and we welcome "nerves" or any other shibboleth that will cloak our personal desire. She loved Cecil; George made her nervous; will the reader explain to her that the phrases should have been reversed?"
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LOL, it is my garden explaining these things to me.
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Once, my garden informed me about a thorny topic, Tara dear your confidence is a masquerade for fear. A changed perspective allowing me to make a better choice and leave the fear behind.
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I'm never bored in the rooms of my garden.
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I set out to create garden rooms and instead created a world.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
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Quotes from A Room with a View by E.M. Forster
Love your open gate and garden rooms!
ReplyDeleteCarolyn
Your confidence is a masquerade for fear. I love this post. It is so personal and poetic. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteJanet
I live in a garden home, which means my yard borders on my neighbor's brick wall. I love my little piece of nature, and have made it into a certified wildlife habitat. It isn't that big, but I have herbs and a small pond. And decks have just been built. Hardscaping is being strategized. So happy to have found you.
ReplyDeleteBrenda
What a beautiful world you have created! I hope to add some tea olives to my own landscape - their fragrance is amazing.
ReplyDelete–Lana