Health & Fitness
Time in a Garden Keeps Its Own Tide Table
In a maritime North Fork landscape, life in the garden ebbs and flows at its own pace.
A morning walk through the garden has become my daily ritual. I watch for the leaves of the lady’s mantle with its dew-drenched pools glistening in the crisp, still air. On the way to the mailbox along Main Road at noon, I pass the full length of the western beds dozing in the mid-day sun. At nightfall, camera in hand, I stalk the last light of the day that falls on the wisteria that floats like a fragrant cloud over the pergola. Already cloaked in night, buds of the azalea appear as bright dots against their dark foliage. Velvet fern fronds stand heads bowed in the still of evening---content to unfold another day. Time moves with a quiet grace in the garden as the shadows ebb and flow. A bit of poetry in our hectic lives.