Friday, September 20, 2013

Poetry Friday: I Love Gardens

I live near one of the most beautiful gardens in the Southeast, Callaway Gardens. When I was a kid, we called it Ida Cason's, i.e. Ida Cason Callaway for whom it's named. We went to the lake with the largest man made beach to picnic and swim. When my children were small, we went for beach days, bike rides and hiking through the acres and acres of woods. Two of my children got themselves engaged there. I was nearby the gardens recently for an appointment and decided it was time I had a season pass again. I had forgotten just how much I love this place. There is such peace to be found in a garden.

The swing in one of my favorite spots.

Inside the Sibley Horticultural Center

One of the stained glass season windows. This one is summer. 

This is the garden: colors come and go
e.e. cummings

This is the garden: colors come and go,
Frail azures fluttering from night’s outer wing,
Strong silent greens serenely lingering,
Absolute lights like baths of golden snow.
This is the garden: pursed lips do blow
Upon cool flutes within wide glooms, and sing
Of harps celestial to the quivering string,
Invisible faces hauntingly and slow.

This is the garden. Time shall surely reap

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Tabatha Yeats hosts the roundup today at The Opposite of Indifference.


  1. Sounds like a wonderful place -- I can see why you love it so much. Great Cummings poem; hadn't seen it before. :)

    1. You'll have to come visit someday, Jama. Wonderful southern cuisine and they grow most of the vegetables there.

  2. What a lovely post/photo/poem combination. I love the stained glass window. Are the leaf imprints part of the glass or reflections from the outside? Whichever it is, it's gorgeous!

    Violet N.

    1. They are actually in the glass. There is a window for each season in the chapel, a very popular place for weddings. Really beautiful place.