Here is a wonderful post that speaks eloquently of taking the long view as a gardener. It expresses interesting thoughts on moles and oak trees, and includes some beautiful images as well.
We are all custodians of our little patches of earth.
At the end of the day, whether we own them, rent them, or just work on them, we will not be here forever. I hear people talk about gardening legacies, and it strikes me how short a legacy can be: vast structures disappearing in a matter of decades, to be rediscovered like treasure troves just a scant generation or two later, or the sprawling cities of the ancients, just a few feet beneath tangled jungle.
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My wife would love your blog, Audrey. As for myself; I know roughly what a rose looks like, after that, I’m struggling.
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Ah, but you know all sorts of interesting words!
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Thanks for sharing the post. It is a wonderful mix of lyricism and engaging drawings/paintings. I particularly like the dirt engrained hands in the header pictures.
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Yes, I’m familiar with that look, from experience.
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This made me think of Frederick Law Olmstead. His work at the Chicago World’s Fair is long gone, but still amazingly beautiful at Biltmore in NC.
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