Magical Meditative Moments

Come with me.  Come with me into the walled garden.  It doesn’t belong to us – it’s our landlord’s.  But it’s his joy, and his joy to share it with us.  We can see it – look – from our kitchen window.

So whenever the weather’s on our side, as it is today, that’s where we’ll be.

Where shall we sit?  Here? Right in the centre, where there’s space for friends as well?

Maybe here at the side.

Or tucked away at the very back.

Here there is utter peace: the flowers and shrubs, the main events changing now from high summer to autumn: the bees, fuzzing and humming in the background: the background birds – perhaps a skein of geese will fly squawking overhead on their way to our local nature reserve, then onward, onward to their winter residence.

It’s our magical place.  It’s where all thoughts of the dire state that our country is in are banished, and we live in the moment.

 

My entry for Lens-Artist Photo Challenge #63: Magical

47 thoughts on “Magical Meditative Moments”

  1. This is pure magic to me – a walled, English garden. Just like the secret garden in my mind. I love those hidden places to sit and – live in the moment. You are lucky!

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    1. We do. He’s in his eighties now , and though he has someone to do the lawn and the odd heavy job, he does the lot otherwise himself. Yes, I do a spot of ‘lady gardening’ myself. But he’s amazingly generous. We feel as if it’ ours, to a large extent.

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