A Garden In Full Voice VIII

Midsummer offers a fleeting architecture of growth—arching stems, sprawling vines, and flowers leaning toward light. Each detail is alive, expanding outward, reaching toward completion. The garden is more than decoration; it is a living cathedral, its stained glass made of petals, its incense the perfume of blossoms.

Lushness defines this vision: the heavy green of midsummer, the glow of fruit, the dazzling petals that flutter like costumes in a carnival. To borrow from Pablo Neruda’s odes to simple things, “You are the thick eyelash of the earth, still closed in its sleep.” This garden, though fully awake, holds that same intimacy — an eyelash fluttering in the sunlight, both ordinary and magnificent.