Sweet Escape
September 1, 2008|Comments (25)
I could just get lost in that little curl. That sweet plant tendril that threatens to send me into fits of coos and generally disgusting nonesense spoken in a high-pitched Stepford -Wife-to-her-husband sort of voice. Sickening, really.
Would you wook at dat dawling wittle viney-whiney?
Sorry. Let’s move on, shall we?
As important as vegetable gardening is for our household (and it is vital), the puddle fountain and surrounding hostas, gardenia bushes, roses, and other flowers are what keeps us together. We treasure our mornings and evenings on the porch with the trickle of water, the hum of bumblebees, whir of hummingbirds, and the gentle thump of a happy Golden Retriever tail.
While I am certainly capable of thrilling to the blush on a new tomato or the curl of a cucumber vine, I need the flowers and water to truly enjoy the results of our (and I use “our” in the very loosest sense because Josh did dig that pond by shovelful at a time) labors. When I look at the vegetable garden, my brain hits the busy button and suddenly I’m ticking off a long list of things that need to be done. The flowers… well, things get a bit fuzzy. I can zone for a while when I look at them.
I can grab my camera and just go wild. Josh says this is when I do my best work (photography-wise). I tend to agree. Not that I claim to be very talented and you sure won’t find any Photoshop tutorials on here. Unless a photo needs to be turned into an ad on my sidebar… I run far from any retouching and even then I keep it to a minimum. I like my photos to have some flaws otherwise no one would believe that I took them. No one who knows me anyway.
Growing up, I didn’t watch a lot of television but I did have access to a VCR and would watch The Secret Garden over and over again. The scene where the garden blooms and everything comes to life (including the characters) still dwells in my memory as being the ideal. The interplay of light and dark, the time elapse photos of clouds rolling and flowers emerging all set to beautiful music: the dream garden.
One must draw inspiration from something. We must have beauty around us. What better therapy than to spend some time in the poppy blooms… like diving into a Georgia O’Keefe painting only soft, fragrant, and living.
Where do you escape to?
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