I wandered around winding rocky pathways in Eden Garden today with a friend. The garden was hewn out of an old quarry and has been developed over the years by faithful gardeners and volunteers. Dotted amongst the trees are plaques and benches commemorating those who have passed on.
I used to visit this garden frequently when I was living in Mt Eden and writing the chapter on Sanctuary for my book A Cup of Sunlight, about discovering the sacred in everyday life.
I was so happy to revisit, for I emerged feeling peaceful and soothed, just as I did in past years.
What is it about this place?
The refuge of shade after the heat and bustle of a warm spring day and driving through traffic?
The cool colour tones, and the way the plants have been allowed to flow freely over slopes and hollows?
Is it the atmosphere created by constant tending, and the tender touch of hands that lay down flower bunches from time to time beside the bronze plaques?
Is it the love that pervades every nook and cranny, every tree top and tiny plant?
5 comments:
I haven't been to Eden Gardens for many years but remember it as a very lovely place and so lovingly cared for. I am sure the love shows not only in the plants but in the atmosphere. Your photos are very beautiful.
It is a pleasure to savor each of your seasonal messages..a place to meander in beauty and wonder..delicious surprises among the green and growing things of Spring!
Thank you!
Sue
This looks to be such a restive and restorative place. A garden out of a quarry - such a wondrous thing, indeed. Your pictures are lovely, but, your last makes me smile. This appears to be a foxglove, which I love so much. We have a terrible time getting them to grow here in the midwest US. It is good I can watch them grow in books - and in your Eden Gardens.
How beautiful this is Juliet. I have never been to this garden although I have known of it for years. The Mater Hospital was my first place of work and I loved the area. Thank you for sharing this..there was peace in your words and photos.
Thank you Joan. You must go there when you are next in Auckland; I know you would love it.
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