Daily Diversion #164: Secret Garden

 What a perfect place to write.

Courtyard Garden

Courtyard Garden

“And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.”-The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett

13 thoughts on “Daily Diversion #164: Secret Garden

  1. So lovely. I hope you don’t mind but I just wrote this poem because of the beauty of your picture.

    THE GARDEN GATE

    the gate
    was closed
    to keep
    things in
    as well as
    keep them out
    but butterflies
    not knowing that
    just tumbled all about
    the bees and humming birds
    did fly and flutter through the air
    without each and every one of them
    there’d be no garden there

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    • I will never mind you writing a poem inspired by any of my photos, or anything else on this blog. It is an honor, especially twice in one week. It is awesome, and made my day. 🙂

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      • Thank you. Your blog inspires me on the spot and the words have to go somewhere:) Thank you for letting me write here. Hope you are feeling better, even a little. I’m thinking about you.

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      • You have an open invitation to write here. Never worry about my reaction, because I will always be happy and honored!

        I am feeling better, finally! Thanks so much for your kind words and support. I hope all is well with you, too.

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    • You should go re-read it, then.

      I think that the secret garden in my photo is enough to make anyone feel like minor royalty. I wish I lived nearer by it, though.

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      • There’s something about gates . . . the excitement of what’s on the other side. When I lived in Brooklyn I had my own secret garden behind my apartment. There was a brick wall and I planted ivy which thrived. The space was completely enclosed by other buildings and scrubby trees. It was my only creative outlet at the time and I went crazy on it, squeezing flowers in beside my kids in their stroller. Sitting there once the garden bloomed brought all sorts of birds and happiness. Neighbors used to call from their windows thanking me for the tiny patch of wild beauty. What fun it was knowing other people enjoyed it.

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