So, okay. I’m seriously not a Snow-White-and-The-Seven-Dwarfs-in-the-Garden kinda girl.
Garden gnomes you won’t find here.
But I have garden friends. I do!
Birds, horses and butterflies…..
A green frog playing a bass serenade to the hosta.
A wind chime whose own song soothes our hearts, and tells us when it’s a windy day outside.
Faces that steadfastly oversee the garden….
And welcomers for the newly bloomed clematis flower…. Namaste to you….
The nice thing about these friends is they listen to your troubles and never criticize. They never say: “Leave those weeds alone! And it’s 11 a.m. Isn’t it time you got out of that tattered old houserobe and put on some decent clothes?”
Mind you, I’m glad for human friends who visit and make me laugh.
Like Pia, who insisted on getting a string to tie back the uber ex-uber-ant clematis that threatened to strangle her and all others who passed.
And Vito, our vintner-neighbour who claims that flowers are useless because – unlike grapes and vegetables — flowers can’t be eaten. It’s an ongoing argument and I think we both like that.
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Dedicated to all who love gardens, and your garden friends too.
Photos by Hamlin Grange.
Cynthia Reyes 