"God made the garden, and man made the town." - William Cowper
I drove up to the back of our drive this afternoon to see the trees and bushes sprouting green, I can't believe that winter is already over. The one thing that sold us on our property is the circle of trees that encase us in the spring, summer and early fall. It makes me forget that we are very close neighbors to an apartment complex and a school yard. Every November, I silently bemoan as winter brings with it a temporary end to our little enclosure. This year, I am happy to see it return at least a full month early. So lovely it is to see the flowers peek out, and my neighbor bustling in her garden. These neighbors inhabit the one side of our home without trees and we get to share the beautiful labors wrought by her fitful hands. If all our neighbors had gardens like her, I should bemoan the trees, instead of the barren winter.
|So very lovely.|
There falls a stillness where these gardens grow.
A sacredness is felt along each trail ---
Repose to beauty, Quietly as you go
Your way as if you sought the Holy Grail.
Through winding paths, down hallowed rows, serene,
The world is lost to all your senses, here:
For you become a part of every scene---
your heart drinks deep of charm and beauty near.
Could I but walk these dear trails often now,
I know my mind would feel a quickened urge
To think new thoughts; and then resolve somehow,
To fill each moment with their upward surge.
Though cherished gardens now are far away,
My heart throbs to their songs each glad spring day.
"your heart drinks deep of charm and beauty near" - a perfect line to keep in a pocket for the blessings of spring yet sprung.