I hadn't thought about that before: the poignancy of dismantling a garden when someone dies. What a beautiful lasting memory to have your friend's plants live on in other gardens.
The best thing Ive read on this platform! Anyone who has lost a close garden friend or revered garden mentor will read this more than once - it awakens a place deep within.
Thank you for this sympathetic response - I knew others would have experienced this. Unlike more concrete arts, there is not always a record left (no paintings, no written music, no poems or novels) for gardeners. Only, as with the great teachers, the thing Ray Bradbury calls the thumbprint in the brain. The touch.
Such a beautiful, poignant piece and how wonderful that, with your care, the plants will live on. It must have been such a difficult thing for you to do, but now her garden will continue because of your kindness.
I echo the other comments on this beautiful and poignant post. Besides the garden, which we only hope lives on for a very long time, your carefully constructed words and images inspired by love and reverence live on as well.
I hadn't thought about that before: the poignancy of dismantling a garden when someone dies. What a beautiful lasting memory to have your friend's plants live on in other gardens.
The best thing Ive read on this platform! Anyone who has lost a close garden friend or revered garden mentor will read this more than once - it awakens a place deep within.
Thank you for this sympathetic response - I knew others would have experienced this. Unlike more concrete arts, there is not always a record left (no paintings, no written music, no poems or novels) for gardeners. Only, as with the great teachers, the thing Ray Bradbury calls the thumbprint in the brain. The touch.
' close to and distant from the living hand.... ' yes. xxxxx
Such a beautiful, poignant piece and how wonderful that, with your care, the plants will live on. It must have been such a difficult thing for you to do, but now her garden will continue because of your kindness.
I echo the other comments on this beautiful and poignant post. Besides the garden, which we only hope lives on for a very long time, your carefully constructed words and images inspired by love and reverence live on as well.
Thank you Kathy.
Beautiful, Jane, just beautiful. Jx ❤️