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Garden Designs

A landscape is a contemplative experience. A deliberate design, including plant materials rightly juxtaposed to create a special place for reflection and relaxation, is especially satisfying. This place, I called my Courtyard Garden, is a natural inlet to the longing for the experience of quietude. When I designed it, my desire was to create an enclosure, a place to get away from the busy and mundane life that distracts me from the quiet aspect of self.
Now, this formal space has evolved into a contemplative experience that defines a certain order with entrance into a beautiful and nurturing aspect of nature. The embracing arms of nature is felt in the enclosure of the garden—the painted retaining walls, the rectangular perennial borders, the flanking foreground crapemyrtles, and flanking arbor of Confederate Jasmines adjacent to a Japanese Maple and a Sweet Bay Magnolia. The feeling of rest is sensed at the end of the curvilinear paths leading to a bench nested in the perennial border on either side of the courtyard garden.
When I come to rest in my mind, body, and soul, then and only then I have truly come to know the resurrection of my dormant self, now stimulated by the peaceful ambience of this lovely experience. When all is said and done, the garden with blossoms well spent and leaves long fallen seems obviously ephemeral but to the beauty in time recalled.
This alone is eternal—the etched memory of my girl waving to me from a facing window, the half dozen monarchs that visited a nearby lantana, the sweet fragrance of jasmines carried by a gentle breeze, or the sound of music in two mourning doves complementary to the evening lullaby in wind chimes awakened by the gushing wind. One or the other, these lasting impressions in the garden fraught with meaning are quietly enduring.

A landscape is a contemplative experience. A deliberate design,

including plant materials rightly juxtaposed to create a special

place for reflection and relaxation, is especially satisfying. This place,

I called my Courtyard Garden, is a natural inlet to the longing for the

experience of quietude. When I designed it, my desire was to create an enclosure, a place to get away from the busy and mundane life that

distracts me from the quiet aspect of self.

Now, this formal space has evolved into a contemplative experience

that defines a certain order with entrance into a beautiful and nurturing

aspect of nature. The embracing arms of nature is felt in the enclosure

of the garden—the painted retaining walls, the rectangular perennial

borders, the flanking foreground crapemyrtles, and flanking arbor of Confederate Jasmines adjacent to a Japanese Maple and a Sweet Bay Magnolia. The feeling of rest is sensed at the end of the curvilinear paths leading to a bench nested in the perennial border on either side of the courtyard garden.

When I come to rest in my mind, body, and soul, then and only then I have truly come to know the resurrection of my dormant self, now stimulated by the peaceful ambience of this lovely experience. When all is said and done, the garden with blossoms well spent and leaves long fallen seems obviously ephemeral but to the beauty in time recalled.

This alone is eternal—the etched memory of my girl waving to me from a facing window, the half dozen monarchs that visited a nearby lantana, the sweet fragrance of jasmines carried by a gentle breeze, or the sound of music in two mourning doves complementary to the evening lullaby in wind chimes awakened by the gushing wind. One or the other, these lasting impressions in the garden fraught with meaning are quietly enduring.

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