Gardens! I love them. I’m not too good at keeping one up, but I know plenty of people who are. At the start of the summer (i know, i know, this is way late) I had an opportunity to help at a garden sale, which was a BLAST! Julie has the most amazing gardens and there were many hours spent there just drinking in the beauty.
Smiling answered Hiawatha:
“In the land of the Dacotahs
Lives the Arrow-maker’s daughter,
Minnehaha, Laughing Water,
Handsomest of all women.
I will bring her to your wigwam,
She shall run upon your errands,
Be your starlight, moonlight, firelight,
Be the sunlight of my people!”
Over wide and rushing rivers
In his arms he bore the maiden;
Light he thought her as a feather,
As the plume upon his head-gear;
Cleared the tangled pathway for her,
Bent aside the swaying branches,
All the traveling winds went with them,
O-er the meadows, through the forest;
All the stars of night looked at them,
Watched with sleepless eyes their slumber…
Oma bought me this book several years ago and I just LOVE the word pictures. It has become a favorite book that I re-read a few times every year, and Oma’s garden sometimes makes me remember the book even more.
Such flowers they were! – larger and fuller than any on earth, as if they themselves were the reality and those I had formerly loved were but their shadows. Not a petal or leaf showed speck of brown or wilt. Every inch of every plant was radiantly alive, as if they would continue to grow larger and more abundant of life the more one drank in their beauty. Decay did not appear among the characteristics of this place.
This strange land possessed a vague familiarity, as of a homeland infinitely distant in forgotten childhood, now suddenly remembered as the place one was always meant to live.