~a moment in the garden~

~Autumn in the front garden~

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This morning I was out with the dogs, in between rain showers, and there was a gray-sky moment when the yellow of the falling birch leaves and the rust of the bald cypresses and the red of the savannah holly berries looked just magical.  

The front right garden is a tangle of trees - three bald cypresses that I planted as two foot twigs when I first moved here, a beautiful river birch, a large southern magnolia and a growing-like-crazy lowquat - several deciduous spring-flowering magnolias and a tea olive that is over fifteen feet tall.

It was beautiful, a moment when at least to my eyes, my coastal southern garden was transformed into a Seurat painting with pieces of color flying all over the place, refusing to be defined, refusing to settle on the ordinary.  Is this perhaps why we do it?  Why we plant and weed and water and obsess?  If it is, it's most definitely worth it - the fleeting moment of flying color was worth every minute of it.    

Comments

[Sheran]

Absolutely gorgeous!

[Blackswampgirl Kim]

A Seurat painting is a very good analogy... and it's just lovely!

[Les]

Gardening is art, it is just ever changing and kinetic.

[David E. Perry]

;>)

[C.L. Fornari]

That flying color, and the experience of being totally in the moment, is certainly one reason we garden. And as you say, there are sometimes when we would say that this moment alone is enough.

[kate]

What a lovely image ~ the colours are wonderful. And yes, I think that must be why we garden. Sometimes I wonder why I do when there are about 4 frost-free months here.