The Garden

The gardens were found to be in quite close proximity as if by some great practical joke of nature. A flip of an interstellar coin, the star dust settling in such a manner as to make the two become mutual exclusive. A glance, a smile, a silly joke and it was not long before the butterflies were out, flittering out amongst the youthful, pretty flowers.

Their upbringing ensured that they were dedicated landscapists, architects, not of their own destiny, but of that and outlook of the other. The initial admiration for the pretty picket fences and neatly trimmed hedges soon gave way to criticism for the personal preferences of fertiliser, weeding methods and watering regimes. Where they could have recognised prejudicial damage, they chose to assert with strong conviction, until finally the fence was pulled down creating an illusion of unity.

The gardens came together, made one by a great circular surround. This provided the perfect opportunity for criticism and the pointing of the proverbial finger. A perverse freedom to change each carefully constructed flower bed so as to reduce it a barren patch of earth. With great depth of clarity and insight each form of gardening came to be greatly expounded upon without the hassle of a boundary fence in place.

The two most beautiful trees, mere saplings, were planted. In many ways this was expected to solve the variance of gardening opinions. These two saplings, as testimony to their own strength and possibly not the skill of the gardener, grew strong and began to thrive. Unfortunately their existence never did help the gardeners find a resolution where they were not prepared to look for it.

Thus the fences and open areas began to grow closed,until the two gardens became, once again, separate entities. Devoid of understanding and a willingness to see beauty within each other.

In the further most unexplored corner of the garden, an area can be found that is unspoilt and natural in all its beauty. Here there never had been the influence of the landscaper nor had a gardener laid it’s hoe. So rare are these little gems, in the same way that humanity appears bent on changing and destroying nature, so are the natural original landscapes of the garden indeed intensely rare. Those little pockets of purest and most intrinsic natural wonder, where the complete expression of the original earth form is held and conserved with sacred rigour.

It was here where she first saw him, the strangest sensation of exploring that which was never explored, observing with intrigue while simultaneously being intriguingly observed. An exploration of terrain both untouched and unspoilt. How spectacular that these two parts of their gardens could overlap. The calculated miscalculation of the mischievous surveyor.

A transcendence of time and space, where a day could seem like a year and a year could be but a day. How was it possible to live a lifetime without fully knowing themselves and then to find themselves and understand the truest, deepest and purest desires within the mediocrity of a few hours.

Indigenous land, overlaid, takes on its own construct. It becomes shapeless and without form. Transitioning from one to another, it resists storms and the most cataclysmic of wild fires. It persists and exists maintaining its space and formlessness. Ever absorbing and always forgiving, consistently patient regardless of the events outside of itself.

Today saw a fence being fixed on a close boundary. These are the type of poles that tends to get a little rickety if left alone and unattended for too long. The last pole was just being knocked into place when she walked up to the line and, reaching across, greeted the lonely stranger, mentioning that she has recently moved into the neighbourhood.

Her twinkling eyes sparkled across the fence while she stood on tippy toe peering over the low boundary fence. She pleasantly noted how lovely the garden was looking while the stranger mumbled some incoherence about not looking to closely.

Their schedules both busy, full of timetables and commitments, little shrubs and saplings to be tended, gates to mend, fences to be fixed, vegetable patches to be kept vibrant and lively. Occasionally they were able to steal little moments together, a few late nights, and even fewer early mornings. It was fascinating to explore the countryside together, to find those deeper darker hidden gems that take time, openness and honesty to fully explore and discover.

A great idea formed to build a joint fire pit on the boundary. It burned slowly with a depth and a warmth that sufficiently suited both sides of the fence. It was very warm and welcoming on a gloomy day and exceptionally attractive during those cold, frosty winter nights.

Solo visits to the fire pit, it’s singularly stoked, the warm and colourful flames burned ever so bright in the presence of each. One day they will arrive simultaneously at the pit, and together with an armful of wood they will sit together and enjoy the warmth of that lovely little hollow.