My favorite season is fall. But truth be told the burst and bloom of the first half of summer is giving fall a run for it’s money with this girl.
If you follow my Instagram gallery, you’ve probably noticed my current fondness for a particular garden in my neighborhood. Every year as the summer draws on, I spend more and more time there, especially during my lunch break. It is a community wishing garden nestled on the side of a Redwood forest that has been around for decades. Consisting mainly of bursting dahlias, (some of them as tall as I am) it is taken care of solely by a volunteer husband and wife team who are the sweetest folks. Honestly, I get kind of star struck when I talk to them seeing that I can’t grow anything. And I’m a geek like that.
But the universe has blessed me with a husband whose talents in in the garden are stellar. Thank goodness. We have a system, I envision, he thwarts me at almost every turn because I tend to be pretty grandiose due to my love of flowers and he’s most likely trying to save himself some free time to enjoy summer. But at the end of it all, I do help out, learn something new more times then not and then we have a more beautiful yard each year which we both thoroughly enjoy.
These dahlias are stunning. They burst forth rapidly in the spring and then bloom to a size that might be bigger then my head. (I’ve never actually measured but am convinced of the similar sizing!) And I just stare and stare and sit on the ground and lay down and stare. These flowers soothe my soul. They calm my day and they remind me that the world is vast with many different facets of existence; that I am healthy and stable enough to be in a moment where I can be in a park enjoying flowers and have no other worries. Like housing, or eating or surviving.
When I stare into the center of these blooms I’m also reminded of the perfection of nature in it’s own good time. That if we are given the proper care and nurturing we have the capacity to grow into beautiful human beings. I’m reminded that there is beauty in the world if you let it exist. But then I also see flowers growing through concrete and asphalt and am reminded of natures tenacity. That nature will most likely win out in the end and should be respected because it is much larger then we are. I know this is heavy stuff for lunch time revery but I was never one for light thought.
Just ask anyone who knows me.
I wanted to blog about this garden because it’s just such a magical place. I’ve had some of my biggest 30-something moments of clarity in this garden. I know there are bigger and better gardens but this one holds still and dear inside many a local heart. You can see it in the respect that people display when they walk through the gate. None of the plants are ripped at or kicked, the flowers not picked, there’s no garbage laying about and I think to myself that I wish we could multiply this respect for nature and each other on a bigger scale. How great would that be?
I wanted to share it with you. I have taken so many pictures but will refrain from going off the deep end with flower pictures. Don’t worry, knowing me I will be spreading the beauty across the social networks for all to enjoy.
I always leave the garden with a renewed sense of hope or peace depending on what I was in there for. And I always know that within those walls, no matter how my day is going, all is coming up dahlias.