Musings & More about the Historic Gardens!
This blog is a collection of creative writing or art about the place we love... the Historic Gardens in Annapolis Royal, Nova Scotia. All contributors have a love for the Gardens that shows through their writings!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Just some nature inspired prose.
I step outside and take a deep breath.
I notice petals falling and they're swept away.
Oh, how this world is beautiful in such decay.
My lungs want to breathe with a feverish appetite. I am unable to swallow with so much beauty in sight. My limbs grow taller as the wind tickles the insides of my fingers. I could fly and feel infinite, if it weren't for the stones tied to my feet.
I'm lying on grass that is made up of magic colors.
It's more meaningful than the man-made machines making mass material.
Maybe. It might be.
I'm wearing a paper crown. I'm the ruler of my world.
But I cannot capture this landscape view as it sows itself into my gown.
I really could eat this poetry and still not be full. I'm thinking too much - then I feel the pull.
This tree is too beautiful to pass up the moment.
But I'm counting down the ticks of the clock, and time is (money) of the essence.
The day is one thousand horses storming through a field.
And I am just a warrior fighting without a shield.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
I'm being swept away.
I have opened my eyes halfway and given
Myself over to the air wind feelingYou're not watching me sleep, beauty.I can squirm in these fabrics orSlowly swallow this sunny scene. Solace.I've made it so. Made it so I can breatheYou in.
Closing my eyes, I can see the (our) world.There's a mixture of color being weaved throughThis darkness. We are bitter, bothersome, boringBrutes that bite the bones of the burning bush.I don't know how this rat race began.
Shallow breaths, and my body heaves.This kind of life is tethered to the treesIt is shining in and through the leaves.
It's not capable of being bottled orPhysically swallowed in our usual way. ThisCannot be capsuled to create a counterfeit calm.It can only be felt, experienced, so you can
Drift away.
Time does not exist, although it calls my name.I heed the call; hanging my head in shame.
I stand up, clambering to my shaking feetAnd sway, softly sweeping away the grassThat has laid to rest upon my shell of clothes.Returning, I punch my name into the clockBecause this is how the sad story goes.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Rejuvination.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Trees of Life.
Elm trees. I've been noticing Elm trees. They are massive, magnificent, and majestic. The Kerr Elm by the German Bakery is my favorite thus far (I suppose it is the favorite of many). Every time I am in that part of the garden, I stand under it in awe. How can this grand creature be so beautiful? Not to mention how many years it has been growing there. Imagine the worlds of life that it has supported during all of its days.
A little while back, Trish had mentioned the Kerr Elm in her Bloom Report (here's a photo if you're interested). She stated that people had noticed the tree reminded them of the tree in the film "Avatar". Well, I just watched that film the other day, and I'm finding myself appreciating and paying attention to nature much more than I was. Within the film, the trees are all networked together, and can send messages to one another. I kept thinking to myself "oh, how I would love to live in that place". I tried to imagine it, when I started to realize that our world has similarities. Maybe our trees don't send messages through their roots, but they pass along leaves, seeds, birds, flowers, and etcetera. Everything is working together within an ecosystem.
Oh wise and weeping
Willow won't you wallow with
A wavering wrath
I find myself paying more attention to trees lately. Each one encompasses its own particular behavior - creating a character of sorts. Trees are symbolic figures for some people and cultures. They are used over and over as metaphors. A tree can be a playground for animals or children. Trees represent life and vitality. They can be menacing characters in films, or they can be gentle, compassionate ones in others. Even in our Historic Gardens we have many characteristic trees; the Weeping Nootka, Kerr Elm, Dragon Claw Willow, and Paperback Maple - just to name a few.
I am gliding past one million trees
With air flowing in the windows
These are homes of one thousand bees
And leaves show which way the wind blows
Last year I was given the opportunity to help the gardeners for a couple of hours. All I did was weed around a pine tree, and it took two hours. At first I thought to myself "is there any point? People probably won't even notice this tree". Then I started noticing it, and the trees around it, and the trees around them. Trees do so much for us, and I think it's important that we appreciate and respect them - even if it is something as simple as noticing them more.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Thoughts during Canada Day.
When I arrived at work I felt a bit chaotic due to the hustle and bustle of events to set up for. I felt the timeline reeling in closer without my control. I had completely forgotten why I was doing what I was doing. Then someone stopped me while I was in the gardens and said "you look very patriotic today". I glanced down at myself. I was holding a handful of homemade Canadian flags.
I smiled and continued the day remembering how grateful I am to be Canadian. I watched a toddler make his very own Canadian flag using leaves and paint. The maple leaf looked a little wayward, and more paint ended up on my hands than the paper, but he had the biggest smile on his face. He was so proud of what he had made, and he did it himself, in his own way.
Throughout the day I started to think about Canada. We like to believe that our country is multi-cultural; a mosaic of religions, races, and culture. We are a patchwork quilt. For this, I am thankful. We get to grow up in a country that allows us to be individuals - which lends itself to being a part of the bigger picture. Take a glance at this beautiful garden, and you see how colorful and vibrant it is. Look closer and see how unique each flower or tree really is. They all work together to create a masterpiece. This is what my vision of Canada is like.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Inspired by music...
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ah bee