As most gardeners can attest; The act of gardening is good for you – for so many reasons. It provides the kind of nurturing that nurtures your own body and soul in return. The peaceful, life- enforcing activity vaporizes anxiety, and opens one’s eyes and mind to the wonders of life beyond one’s own. The exposure to nature speeds up physiological as well as mental healing, inspires heartfelt appreciation of natural beauty, and releases gobs of feel-good hormones into our bodies. It’s a creative pursuit, a tremendous opportunity for self expression, often with a highly personal end result. No garden is another one like – and this is one of the exclusive attractions of our personally shaped versions of paradise. They are almost as individual as fingerprints.
The other day, I passed this garden, luxuriously positioned on a corner lot, on sloping terrain. Its random, yet seemingly planned and carefully spaced abundance of pots strewn about the yard, puzzled me to no end – especially contrasted with the impeccably pruned conifers. Someone took their time with this, and thought about it. Even the toppled plant stands look arranged, as do the other objects on display. Trying not to appear too obnoxiously nosy and bewildered (which, of course, I was), I pulled over and took a couple of quick shots of it all. Even now, as I sit here, trying to write about it, I honestly don’t know what to say. Or think. As for captions, I don’t have a whisper of a thought. Ideas, anyone?