Secret Garden

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The fresh smell and prickly feel make me want to stay on my spongy pine needle bed for just a while longer but the late afternoon light reminds me that I will be missed. I am eleven years old and have ridden my bicycle two miles from home to a small rarely used park. Though I am young I know my mother would not be pleased if she found out that I spent hours in this secluded spot. But this is my own special hideaway, a place to imagine explorations and adventures, a place to think about life, a place to be alone and content. More than forty years later I still savor that time. I can almost see, hear, smell and feel it. I remember promising myself that I would always seek out places like this, places with the perfect mix of isolation, peace, adventure and even danger. And to this day, it guides my gardening efforts. I attempt to re-create that neglected and natural, yet cared for outdoors.

Ideally it is a secret garden full of brambles and vines that I subdue but never tame. It is full of interesting sounds: a lizard scampering under a rock, a large pre-historic-looking beetle humming along, a delicate phoebe chirping as it catches insects in mid air, my own foot steps crunching leaves as I walk along. The spicy aroma of wild sage hangs in the air. The comforting warm brown of leaf mulch, the restful green of trees, and the occasional bright accents of red, yellow or white flowers entertain my eyes. It has enough privacy to allow me to hear my inner voice. Each time I open the gate to my secret garden, I take a deep breath, exhale and relax. And this is all I need to know about gardens and gardening.

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  1. Beautifully put, Barbara. Brought me right back to a clearing off a path in a pine forest I retreated to both in summer and winter, when I was 13. Sounds and smells are such wonderful memory enhancers. Thank you.

  2. Thanks, Janis. This post was a stretch for me – wasn't sure it would work, so I especially appreciate your comment.

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