Obsessed with Gardens

Blackeyed Sussans

from July 20-22, my old friends Debbie and Barbara came to visit me in Emmitsburg.  They do this every summer, and we call the time our “Excellent Adventure.”

This year we visited Surreybrooke Gardens, a privately owned garden near Middletown Maryland.

I chose this spot selfishly, because I wanted to see those gardens, and hoped my friends would like the visit as well.  It seems that they did.

Here are some photos:


Falcon statue and petunias

I was interested to see how these gardeners used Lambs’ Ears, the silvery green groundcover around the sundial, in the photo below:

Sundial  Lambsears

The blue flowers in the photo below are Balloon Flowers. I have them in my garden, but they are not this tall. I suppose they grow taller each year:


For some reason, I am thinking today of Louis Mac Niece’s beautiful poem, “The Sunlight in the Garden”

The Sunlight in the Garden

The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold,
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.

Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no time for dances.
The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying
And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.


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