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I’ve never met a garden I didn’t like, although some I’ve taken to more than others. Growing up, we always had a huge vegetable patch, which we had to toil in, so on hot, sweaty days I didn’t favor that kind.

There is another variety, though, I’ve never minded working; the flowery, delicate garden. Even better are those brazen sweeps of color erupting in lonely fields, nothing but Mother Nature cradling and kissing them. They are wild and raw and turn your head affairs. If your car windows are down, you can sometimes detect the smell of cherry licorice or cloves, the air thick with scent. They shock and awe us. Rattle us awake. Like a little kid they shout, “Look at me! I made this just for you.” And we are left gaping.

I’m never more alive when I discover a field bursting with Indian paintbrush, like millions of ragged orange tubes of lipstick smearing the landscape. Or purple Popsicle bluebonnets, tinged with vanilla on top. And a dirt floor of Queen Anne’s lace, winter white fancy skirts on long, scrawny legs, dancing real slow as far as the eye can see.

Recently, in Vermont, I happened upon these amazing trees, decorating old cemeteries, limbs screaming with creamy white and pink buds. They look like lilacs, but not quite. Maybe someone will recognize this lovely thing by the picture I took.






Today I discovered a wild patch of black-eyed Susan’s, mingled with cedar, along a busy roadside, putting on a lavish butter yellow show. Tall and regal, they exploded in the sun. These tickets were all free. Joy comes in all kinds of packages, but I prefer my gifts from a Garden in the Wild.



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Comment by Dorraine Darden on October 18, 2010 at 12:08pm
Thanks for taking time to stop by and smell the flowers, Wendy and Stephen! :-)
Comment by stephen dijoseph on October 18, 2010 at 1:19am
just beautifully put Dorraine..... the scents that bring us to our senses : 0 )
Comment by Wendy Whittingham on October 17, 2010 at 10:47pm
Lovely flowers Dorraine!
Comment by Dorraine Darden on October 15, 2010 at 11:34pm
Thanks much, Wiffie! I don't know what I'm doing regarding gardening either. It's all trial and error with flowers. Sometimes they practically spill out of the garden, depending on if it's a spot they like. My mother was like yours, could grow most anything without much effort. Me, on the other, hand, have to work for every bloom I get.

Ah, I can see that swath of heather and you standing in it. I hope you have a place for that one day.

A tenderness for nature and beauty-yes. What a sweet way to put it. :-)
Comment by wiffledust on October 15, 2010 at 8:13pm
so beauitful, drainy!!! gardens are breathtaking. even bad ones. but beautiful ones are just heavenly. i've never been particularly good at it and don't know what i'm doing. but my mother was very good at it. she took such care with it all. i have dreamt of a sweept of bulbs bursting into colors. i would love to have a property where i could have a big sweep of heather for example. nature. a thing to behold! and you always write with such a tenderness for beauty!!!! xxx

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