Sunday, May 18, 2008

My Garden Sanctuary

First Iris of 2008

I confess. I am a novice gardener, but I keep trying. I'm afraid my thumb isn't green; it's made of stone. I can grow rocks, but little else. As a child, I remember wanting a Rock Garden and asking mother to plant one. I thought rocks grew up out of the ground like her flowers.

Among nature's many blessings are rocks. Their ancient mystery, their constancy, the firmness, the eternalness. On a survival course in 1970 with BYU in the red-rock desert of Southern Utah, I gained an immense reverence for the stone canyons. The majesty of the cliffs and mesas is etched in my heart forever. My garden is a monument to rocks. For years I have spent many long. hot summer hours hauling rock from Big Cottonwood Canyon. Creating paths, borders and a small pond, purely for my families enjoyment, has been my summertime quest. I know I've hauled, placed and re-placed over a ton of rock. Among the rocks I plant perennials for greenery and to contrast of hardness with softness.

Wasatch Forest Service, the BLM and UDOT have offered rock permits each year on May 15 to the first 250 eager people. The permits are usually gone in two hours. This year the permits are not being given out. Budget cuts in the government services will not allow the extra effort these permits require. I guess my rock collecting is at an end!


My Tiny Pond and Pathway



Another pathway in the works


After a long winter, my garden is starting to take shape. There's much work to do. But suddenly the temperatures are more like summer than spring. I hope my baby plants will take root and thrive. (Of course there is the obvious analogy between a garden and life; tiny plants and children, etc.)

Just the beginnings - May 17, 2008



Sheri Sheri quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With silver bells and cockle shells

And pretty maids all in a row.

Scottish artist Shona Penny

I hope heaven is like the Garden of Eden and if I'm there, I'll sign up to work in the garden. There is no place I'd rather be.

3 comments:

TravelinOma said...

In heaven I'm planning to sit in the garden and have service angels bring me virgin pina coladas. But I'll appreciate your efforts.

I love the mansion across the top of your blog! Is that one of the homes surrounding the heavenly garden?

MissKris said...

I hope to have a little cabin sitting on a hillside or mountainside with meadows of wildflowers and a porch with a rocking chair where I can sit and enjoy God's beauty. And if we do any work there, I'd love to have acres of flowerbeds to just putter around it. I love the iris photo...they're beginning to pop out all over our neighborhood right now, too.

Sheri said...

oma,
the mansion (now at the top of my blog) is the Slaughter Manor in Upper Slaughter, Cotwolds. I'd like one like that in Heaven, you know, with servants, cooks, etc. My mom and dad will be there, as well as my siblings and their families. My mother and brother Steve will help me with the gardening.