Wednesday, February 16, 2011


There's a lot of grace in the garden, with or without sculptured wings, and you don't have to practice or believe in anything at all to appreciate why the garden and plants have played a role in spiritual practices throughout the ages, from the gardens of Buddhist or Medeaval monks to a streetside churchyard in Park Slope. For me there is enough grace in the arch of last year's hydrangeas, like in the picture above and in an emerging bulb in Anne's garden this afternoon just breaking through the soil's surface.

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