My inspiration for writing this came from the movie I was watching the other night called the Secret Garden. It was fabulous to say the least. I'll not get into this story but it did open my eyes to my past and my feelings.
I remember when I was a child about 7 or 8 years old my back yard was my secret garden. I used build a cozy shelter from blankets to protect me from all the worlds ills and travel to Never Never Land. The land of the lost boys.
Yes I was lost. I was new to a great but strange country, with no friends, and barely able to speak the English language.
So, now that I'm much older, I can barely speak a few words from my mother tongue. Irony if I may say so. The many parks have become my new secret garden in which I would explore all the fabulous wonders of the world. I would bend over, kneel, touch, take a closeup photo of all there is to see.
Next time you kneel to look at your reflection in a pond, look deeper and reach in to touch the micro world of life and death. Don't just walk through a bush on the beaten trail but stop and look at the world off to the edges of the beaten trail. Turn over a fallen rotting log or a rock or two and see what the world unfolds. Behold the strange plants that grow a mere centimeter or two. As you look up to follow the sounds of the tweets, buzzes and peeps your eyes will take you on a hidden adventure. But be nice and return everything to the way you found it. The way nature intended it to be.
If it is in your power, plant a garden and watch it grow. You needn't be organized about it. As the plants grow they will arrange them selves. Truly, stop and smell the roses or the lavender, mint or chives. Watch the spiders spin their webs and see them grow as the season grows with age. If you don't have a garden try using pots, cans, boxes or anything that will hold soil to plant a seed and give life. What a wonderful experience. Don't forget the water.
Stop and watch the busy bees that move from flower to flower carrying with them pollen laden legs. It's truly a wonderful world out there and you have to go no further than your secret garden.
What I regret is I failed to take notes of my adventure and my pictures have been lost...Like me; I am now lost. No more secret gardens, no body to share my garden with, even if I had one. It's a pity that age rears it ugly head. I have done a lot in my time yet I have accomplished so little. What I would give to have that secret garden all over again.
If I were to die tomorrow I would want some nice person take my ashes and spread them over a field of flourishing flowers, preferably poppies, so my remains may fertilize that which I dearly loved.
Maybe, I will look for my pictures of my gardens and post them.
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