My garden has hit one of those rare moments of exquisite beauty, with shifting blues and pinks through the garden, backed by lush green.
It’s also full of critters – bees feasting, a small bunny nipping the tips off the peas, squirrels dismembering my peonies, and a chorus of birds waking us at 5 am. This morning crows joined in, the noisiest of all, making us laugh with their absurd noises.
But the best, this morning, is the fragrance. It’s humid today, more like Ottawa than Calgary, and that seems to bring out the fragrance of the boxwood – low notes of musk and citrus. The mock orange is in full bloom, in light, sweet notes. A rose has opened nearby – an oddly deep sweetness – and if I run my hands through the lavender, those notes join in, recreating the scents of a Spanish garden. Moorish gardens, a major influence on Spanish gardens, were a re-creation of paradise. I have my own right here.
Maureen
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