Saturday, August 20, 2005
We're now at the angel, who sits on a hill under an old cedar tree. It's as if she is at the hub of a wheel, with five pathways radiating away from her, and we can choose. We can go under the metal arch, covered with honeysuckle, into an open, sunny, garden room, filled with lilies and daylilies, with a view through the trees of the four acre pond which borders our garden (you can just see the pond in the distance here). There is a hidden path that exits this garden, taking you down into a shady ravine, filled with hostas and shrubs. Our second choice is a long, straight path, the direction where the angel is looking, between long perennial borders. We can also take a meandering path at her back, that goes gently up over a rise, leading to more azalea and hosta beds, and a whole new section of gardens and paths, and gates. Finally, we can continue on the same path we are on, down a hill, to the goldfish pond.
// posted by IBOY @ 2:28 PM 
