Gardens are a beautiful reflection of our innermost, divine nature.
Plants respond to our tender, loving care and seem to rejoice whenever we spend time among them. Moving this, arranging that, now planting, and, most especially, now taking time to simply sit and feel the presence of all that has gone into their growth. Experiencing each sweet memory gently returning to us, we rest now, in the sweet spirit that lingers among all the nooks and corners, around each bend, and throughout each season.
Who, but a great being could have divined such a world? Who, but a great man could have had the strong, yet gentle hands and joy-filled spirit to bring such beauty to life?