I've just realised how long it is since I last blogged. The whole of May has whizzed past in a frenzy of work it seems. I have had time to start to learn to crochet however, wanting to find a craft I could do to keep my hands busy as well as something a little more portable than painting or patchwork.
We've both put a lot of effort and energy into our garden lately when the weather has allowed. On a pleasant sunny day, it is my sanctuary. One of the things I loved about the garden when we bought the house was the fact that it wasn't just one long space, the people who lived here before us had put effort into adding fences and large shrubs and of course, the gate in the middle of the garden. There is always a sense of a journey, of a secret garden beyond a gate....
Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.
J. R. R. Tolkien
I wait for you at the garden gate
Yes I will patiently wait
Among the wild flowers that bloom
So fragrant and so free
They will wait with me
With lots of room
As I watch the path
Time will pass
That leads to my garden gate
My heart knows to wait
This path that meanders on by
Sometimes it seems to touch the sky
I am not all alone you see
My garden keeps me company
As I patiently wait for you
The sky turns azure blue
It reminds me of your true eyes
Holds no secrets, holds no lies
So my anxious heart yearns
Lingering memories that burn
For my true love to come along
He'll bring me flowers and a song
He'll wander thru my garden gate
My heart knows he was worth the wait
The gate is the focus of our garden all the year round, even in the depths of winter when the snow is deep and even.
'Show me your garden, and I shall tell you who you are'