The robin's song at daybreak
Is a clarion call to me.
Get up and get out in the garden,
For the morning hours flee.
I cannot resist the summons,
What earnest gardener could?
For the golden hours of morning
Get into the gardener's blood.
The magic spell is upon me,
I'm glad that I did not wait;
For life's at its best in the morning,
As you pass through the garden gate.
~ Howard Dolf
Step through the Gallery's front gate and find, just inside, a stone-paved circular area which provides a spot to stop and regroup before continuing your journey through the garden.
Bordered by boxwood and flanked by "Knock-Out" roses, the mind senses the necessity of relaxing before continuing into the heart of the garden. This is not a place to rush.
A curved path leads to the west side of the house....
...where an inviting blue slate patio awaits.....
...overlooking more roses, some dogwoods, evergreens, and just a glimpse of the red brick buildings that are so loved in Old North St. Louis.
The winding path continues by the west side of the house, where the starkly modern new building blends with the favored old one. and meanders towards the back.
The back of the house overlooks the vintage-brick patio, just past the ramp.
The original house, built in 1893, gives silent testimony to some of the trials and tribulations it has endured over the last 117 years.
Work on the garden continues. but our eyes are delighted by the progress so far.
0 comments:
Post a Comment