All is Quiet in the Secret Garden

There is usually a buzz of activity at the park. Cyclists, picnickers, young couples cuddling on blankets, joggers, walkers … but it is never crowded or distracting. The park has many open spaces and just as many quiet spaces; areas with views of gardens and lawns and cozy nooks where you feel like you are hidden in a secret garden.

This night the park is particularly quiet. As I pass under the Magnolia, making my way to the gardens, a lizard scampers by, too fast for me to take its picture, off to who knows where.

Honey bees drink from puddles in the lawn and white butterflies (or are they moths?) dance around blue and purple mint and lavender.

Perhaps it is the heat of the day, or students returning to their school activities, but the park is very still, very quiet. Not one passerby do I see, only a few young kids across the lawn. Beyond that, I have the gardens to myself.

I rather enjoy it. It is me, my garden hose and the quiet pitter-patter of fat water droplets bouncing on hostas, Ligularias and the Oak Leaf Hydrangea set to a background of songbirds and chirping humming birds.

I let the quiet of the park wash over me, erasing the last remnants of a day in an office.

1 comment:

  1. Wow. Kudos to you for keeping up on the watering..I'll have to visit Ault soon because my flowers are all very pitiful looking and "crunchy" dry. Thanks for the rays of sunshine!