Garden Thoughts

George,
How fun. I love those secret places that most of us have hidden away for just the right amount of privacy.

Great photos and wonderful article.

Just getting the hang of adding images to my articles. The images are by care of my son Zachary. For those who have been following the creation of this garden which is still very much a work in progress. The article contains a view of our house, from sitting in the main garden the "weed garden" is to the left of the arbor. The path leads to the hidden garden which we are currently constructing and goes through a thicket of wild rose, wild grape, various other weeds and wild bushes including elderberries which draw the catbirds.

such pretty pics

Very nice!

I love your garden,especially your secluded area....Thanks 10++

Looks like a place of peace from which will flow many ideas you'll write about.

While looking at the pictures of your beautiful garden my mind drifts backward through time to 1934 when I was six years old and a wonderful, wild garden that was entirely of God's doing that I was privileged to be brought into, or more like pushed into. Of course hard times were upon the nation and my Daddy was one of the hardest hit of all.

With no where to go he accepted President Roosevelt's great rehabilatation offer. Five acres of land, a multipurpose plow approately named a GEEWHIZ, a red mustang mule from out in Wyoming, enough seeds to plant if he agreed to have his crop canned in the Government Canning Kitchen and half of it would be sent into the cities to feed the hungry while we were alllowed to keep half.

But my memories have carried me off track but I have not forgotted the garden where we lived for two years. A three room uninsulated house that was built out of rough cut planks housed Mom, Daddy, two brothers, a sister and me. The small house set on one of the few high places on the bank of Bayou Big Lagrue and in those swamps and Arkansas jungle, where the trees were tell, the vines plentful with a unbelievable floral display in the spring, was my garden. Of course along with that garden came a wealth of wild life as one would expect to find in the jungle. Although we were dirt poor I didn't that because food was easy to come by, just go out and shoot some or go to the garden or along the bayou bank and pull some.

Since then I have been in several rain forrest all around the world and though they remind me of what I the Garden of Eden must have been like, none of them surpass my Arkansas garden from the past.

Thanks for all the comments, Leon -- your comment would make a wonderful article. If you decide to write it please post it to both Nature Essayists and Deep Gardening.

I also maintain a blog at mormongreen.blogspot.com