A Garden In Full Voice XII

A single moment of midsummer abundance becomes a metaphor for human longing and fulfillment. The fullness of plums, the strength of branches, and the scattering of blossoms echo the cycles of our own lives. As Virginia Woolf wrote in The Waves, “There was a pattern; things fit together.” The garden in bloom shows us that pattern in all its lush clarity.

Plums swell with the gravity of summer’s fullness, blossoms unfold in delicate constellations, and the leaves weave a green tapestry. This is not just a garden — it is a text written in the language of scent, color, and growth. Each viewer becomes a reader of this organic manuscript.