In my garden - some earthly delights with pictures of flowers
Spring - the season of new beginnings
A garden in spring is a garden of new beginnings. There is trepidation as tender shoots start to push upward through the soil still cold from winter and only gently brushed by the strengthening sun.
There are insects and lizards waking from the sleep of the cold as the still frail sun begins to warm the bodies and give energy.
As the spring matures more colour erupts into view and scents begin to fill the air.
The heady scent of the brunfelsia is mixed, rather strangely, with the aroma of the curry plant. The result is rather like a romantic dinner in the mind!
Birds visit the feeding tray in greater numbers and start to claim their pecking rights.
Altogether a time for spending in the garden, mostly just looking and enjoying the many small surprises.
What the camera "sees"
Meanwhile the mind, from
Withdraws into its happiness;
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find;
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas;
Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green glade ...
Such was that happy garden-state, ...
- Andrew Marvell, The Garden
Just walking around the garden with camera in hand can produce some lovely surprises.
Flowers give such pleasure with the variety of shapes and colours. I love taking pictures of flowers, in my garden and elsewhere.
Our garden is small and I don't do too much in it and yet nature so generously adds to the little I do to make a splendid show.
A silly little post-war song:
Ooooh, I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,
an onion patch, an onion patch
I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch
and all I do is cry all day
Boo hoo, boo hoo
The air ís so strong it takes my breath away
I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,
oh won't you come and play with me
- Written by: Maurie Hartmann, Billy Faber and Johnny Kamono - © 1946
Gardens and the imagination
Half the interest of a
garden is the constant exercise of the imagination.
- Alice Morse Earle, 1897, Pot-Pourri from a Surrey Garden
I love to go out into my little garden in the morning and just look at all the things going on in it. There are ants and spiders, birds and worms all going about their businesses and each, in its own way, contributes something to this great planet we live on.
I find it impossible to be in the presence of so much life and not be stimulated. I look at the crumbling end of a piece of wood that is slowly turning into loam and wonder how it got there, what was its life before it came to be lying where it is. Was it cut from a tree growing in another garden far away? Who cut it? What was the life of that person like? Did that person also like nature?
I watch a spider patiently sitting in its web, waiting for a juicy insect to fly into it and become a nourishing meal.
The lizard who sits watchfully in the sun, drawing energy from it while keeping its beedy black eye open for a likely passing insect gets me wondering about what the lizard is thinking about? How does the lizard experience me? Does it perceive me as another form of life? Does it even have a concept of "life"?
A garden should be in a constant state
of fluid change, expansion, experiment, adventure; above all it should be an
inquisitive, loving, but self-critical journey on the part of its owner.
- H. E. Bates
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© Tony McGregor 2011
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