- Spectacular autumn colours in our gardens.
Well, as you all know, the cool weather is officially here, and we’ve put the gardens to bed for another season! We’ll see you all in the spring, and in the meantime, work on finishing some exciting new additions to the gardens, such as the new Orangerie(!).
With the busy-ness of the summer, autumn gives the opportunity for some reflection. Was going through my things recently and found this rather timely & affecting poem on gardening by Ken Weisner I thought you all might enjoy…
by Ken Weisner
You get down on your knees in the dark earth—alone
for hours in hot sun, yanking weed roots, staking trellises,
burning your shoulders, swatting gnats; you strain your muscled
midwestern neck and back, callous your pianist’s hands.
You cut roses back so they won’t fruit, rip out and replace
spent annuals. You fill your garden dense with roots and vines.
And when a humble sprout climbs like a worm up out of death,
you are there to bless it, in your green patch, all spring and summer long,
hose like a scepter, a reliquary vessel; you hum
through the dreamy wilderness—no one to judge, absolve,
or be absolved—purified by labor, confessed by its whisperings, connected
to its innocence. So when you heft a woody, brushy tangle, or stumble
inside grimy, spent by earth, I see all the sacraments in place—
and the redeemed world never smelled so sweet.