A Garden In Full Voice XVI

Standing amidst this summer garden, one feels as though every element calls for attention—the blossoms, the leaves, the fruit, the air itself. It recalls the words of Walt Whitman in Leaves of Grass: “I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.” This garden reminds us that stars, in their silence, also speak through petals and plums.

Plums gleam like lanterns in the green dusk of leaves, blossoms burn like embers of color, and the air vibrates with life. This is the moment when time itself seems slower, drawn out by the weight of growth and ripening. The garden becomes a meditation, a visual chant on fertility and transience.