MOTHER NATURE’S LOVELY ROOMS
I so admire the masterful manner in which my dear friend creates her annual landscaping year after year. My green thumb is indeed a very pale digit. Decorating the interior of my home is basically two steps, have an inspiration then put the elements in place. Be it a table vignette or escorting a piece of furniture from one room to another, the design remains in place until I deem otherwise. The beautiful garden on the other hand is a living, breathing design of nature. Subjected to a moody climate, uninvited nibbling creatures, even an overzealous implement…it is in constant evolution. I am in awe of those masterful green thumbed gardeners who passionately prune and pluck throughout the season.
I am equally enamored by the hard scape of a glorious garden. Perhaps it is due to my affinity for structure or the way these gates, walks and walls seem to spill from the house itself.
Nature’s generosity with shape and color is most definitely a work of art. As with all works of art, they are accentuated by light, supported by structure and confined by determined space. Thus we rely on lantern light, urns and stone to bring attention to nature’s artwork.
Curb appeal seems a rather bland description of beautifully designed landscape. What it actually is is an introduction to those who are the heart and soul of the home.
A backyard is grass, shrubs and trees. A summer room is garden beds, water, sunsets and shadows. These are the spaces that soothe souls and encourage laughter. Conversation echoes from tree tops as bare feet slap the wet pavement then are quieted by soft grass.
To all of the gifted gardeners, you have my admiration and envy. You have a natural instinct to bring out the best of what nature has to offer in a manner which benefits us all. As I stand among my plantings this summer with hands on hips and eyes perplexed, I will send a silent nod to a gardener in Maryland and wish she were with me. Perhaps you too, will have an occasion to think of a particular garden and the hands of the one who is it’s caretaker. Such are the sweet thoughts we have at some point in our day because…
EVERY DAY MATTERS