Under headphones the gardens emerge.
Here’s gardening with no bounds: fountains,
gazebos, barbeques, walls, stone paths.
Then full grown trees, hundreds of flowers
all in bloom. A crew brings expertise
and work. And shortly paradise appears.
Why watch a garden so unlike
our own? Ours has unfolded over years,
plant by plant. But fascination fixes me.
Sheer quantities dazzle. And skill.
Plants are found to fit with purposes and soils.
A dream where possibility has no checks.
Chaos and debris are trucked off, forgotten.
Story is remembered. These gardens
are for those who need them. Families of five
where two are disabled. A ninety year old,
a land girl long ago, still with all her flirty
charm and beauty. One or two soldiers
who’ve lost legs or faith. A woman devoted
to helping sick children. A woman
with a sudden disability. A dying child.
Here they stand, eyes closed, at weekend’s end.
And when they open them their lives are new.
Do you like it? The question’s just to hear
what nobody could doubt. With this new place,
with comfort and with proof of providence,
with this door daily left ajar for beauty,
our lives will never be the same.
Here’s gardening with no bounds: fountains,
gazebos, barbeques, walls, stone paths.
Then full grown trees, hundreds of flowers
all in bloom. A crew brings expertise
and work. And shortly paradise appears.
Why watch a garden so unlike
our own? Ours has unfolded over years,
plant by plant. But fascination fixes me.
Sheer quantities dazzle. And skill.
Plants are found to fit with purposes and soils.
A dream where possibility has no checks.
Chaos and debris are trucked off, forgotten.
Story is remembered. These gardens
are for those who need them. Families of five
where two are disabled. A ninety year old,
a land girl long ago, still with all her flirty
charm and beauty. One or two soldiers
who’ve lost legs or faith. A woman devoted
to helping sick children. A woman
with a sudden disability. A dying child.
Here they stand, eyes closed, at weekend’s end.
And when they open them their lives are new.
Do you like it? The question’s just to hear
what nobody could doubt. With this new place,
with comfort and with proof of providence,
with this door daily left ajar for beauty,
our lives will never be the same.