A garden delights all of the senses. And this is the reason that even the most beautiful pictures can only capture a tiny bit of the magic of the outdoors. The flowers may be brightly colored, but it is their soft scent that completes them.
The rustling leaves, chirping birds and buzzing insects add a layer of sound, and a soft breeze tickles the skin. One cannot help but pet the velvety leaves of a mallow, or cautiously probe the sharp edge of a yucca leaf.
The spicy smell of sage and the powerful taste of a tiny red strawberry delight the palette. Even bending down to pull a couple of weeds delivers a healthy, earthy smell from the damp soil.
Nature and the outdoors also provide the basis for our aesthetic principles. So often, while hiking in the woods, I have marveled at a perfect arrangement of plants and rocks, wishing I could transport it into my own garden.
The rich reddish-brown of a manzantia’s bark in contrast with its gray-green leaves can be the new fashion colors of the year.
The sweet, delicate scent of a wild rose is more than a match for the most expensive perfumes.
And of course nature is the source of all food and drink. But think about a delicate mint tea enjoyed next to a mountain lake under a clear sky.
My garden is a feeble attempt at bringing some of the beauty of the wild home. I hike in parks and open space to see how these plants grow in the wild and I try to bring a bit of the spirit of nature to my garden.