Every so often we visit a garden where I have this crazy, visceral reaction and I feel like I’m going to cry. Seriously. There’s something about the space that carries this huge emotional wave and I get verklempt. Often the garden is very obviously beautiful but there’s also an extra something-something that just gets me. Fortunately I don’t actually break down in tears but occasionally I teeter on the edge. Not sad tears. Just gutwrenchingly joyful, floating above the worries of the world peaceful happy tears. You know that kind, right?
This was one of those gardens. Ironically, I was so distracted by my earthly body reacting to the beauty that I did not get any really good photos. And then, I chatted with the owner a while and soaked in the details, and my hand evidently became incapable of shooting more photos. I was kind of stunned. Plus, at the risk of sounding strange, I don’t even know if the thing that was so touching would actually be apparent in photos. Sometimes it’s just a feeling…. And I wasn’t the only one. Everyone there was saying the same things: Wow. Oh My! Good heavens—this is gorgeous!
Oh welly-well. Here’s what I did get. Here’s the entrance to the back garden:
Since I’ve already confessed my garden joy weepies, I might as well spill another garden-related oddity I have. Smell-o-vision. Yes! Sometimes when I see a photo of a plant I enjoy the scent of, I can smell it. Really smell it. As if it was right there in front of me. In particular, I get this with roses and peonies. I experience this when I look at this next photo, partly because the scent as we walked through this section was divine (remember, you have to pronounce it DEE-vine for the full effect) and partly because, well, my smell-o-vision rarely fails me. I even get it from seed and plant catalogues:
Can you smell it? Anyone else have smell-o-vision? I’m honestly not kidding. I think that’s why I’m so photo-centric. My memories are visually centred. I can remember a lot of details from pictures. Without the photo reminders, the past is a mystery to me (just ask Manley!).
Notice the fence. When privacy is not priority and you’ve got neighbors with great gardens too, these peek-a-boo fences look great.
This yard is seriously sloped, dropping about ten feet from one side to the other. The owners used the slope to create a pond and waterfall in the middle (bottom left of this next photo you can see the water spewing from a pond spitter):
This is the lower back corner:
Frogs in a bird bath:
View of the pond from the deck off the back of the house:
What I didn’t manage to photograph in my emotionally-compromised state: there was a beautiful flowering tree beside the deck. The owner said one day she came out to find five baby raccoons climbing up the branches to eat the berries. Each animal managed to snap off a major branch of the tree, setting its growth back several years. It still looked great. Funny story.
I also never managed to get a good overview shot of the entire yard though I had the chance while up on the deck. Oh well. There’s always the memories. Ok, not really. I have a terrible memory, hence the constant use of my camera.
But do close your eyes and take in the peonies. Heavenly scent, that is.