GARDEN WHEN.....

 "In a garden, the world is resting without sound or motion....." 
                                                  -Sara Teasdale

 I've been in so many gardens. 

 A garden with an ancient plum tree that could tell countless tales

 A place for a little shy cat in which to rest.

 Hidden places. Giant Perennial Sweet Peas that just grow with abandon.

 Cosmos that thrives without any assistance.

 Roses that bloom without being asked.

 "Behind the Great tree the world went down, painting with fire...."                                                            -Sara Teasdale

 Everything grows in giant form these days.

 Even moss

"Into the garden Peace comes back with twilight...." -Sara Teasdale

 And the White Cat.

 Sits with the roses.

 Even the Cat Plant. It purrs as it roots itself....

"Spring itself woke at dawn..." -Sara Teasdale

 And I am reminded........

 Of a simple garden . Years ago. Of Sweet Peas rising up. to peek in windows. In the house I grew up.

1980

 And how the years went by. And the Sweet Peas grew. Sometimes straight and tall. Sometimes bent.

1984

 And how my mother and I picked with abandon. Those Sweet Peas. That single row. Year after year. Without fail. It was our garden back then....

1978

"The days remember and the nights remember. Wrapped in memories, jewelled and arrayed..."- Sara Teasdale

2020

Photographs 2020