Secluded corners tempting me with fountains, ferns and lounging animals. These are the places I peer into. Waiting rooms for those who seem blessed with endless time. These are the gardens to grow old in.
It's no joke, I love looking into people's gardens-- it's nothing short of voyeurism. I fantasize about the time spent there and the people who care for the plants. I love the idea of an isolated piece of paradise-- cultivated and unexpected-- thriving behind a facade. These are some gardens I found in Wilmington's historic district.
2 comments:
Mira, you are so inspiring! The way you word things is almost magical. I wish I could be more like that. I love garden gazing too. :)
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