Thank you, Flower Garden Girl! She left a comment on the previous post pointing me over to Philip’s blog, Gardens of a Golden Afternoon, which is where I saw the grass squares. His assessment of them: “clever this.” They are beautiful. And I want to run my fingers through the shaggy grass.
Betty told me about a thyme garden she saw last year up in our neck of the woods. The point of it is to lie down in it and roll. In church we engage as many of the senses as we can: the smell of the incense, the scritch-scritch of ashes on Ash Wednesday, the sight of morning light pouring through the window above the altar, the taste of the communion wafer and wine, the music . . .
All of my senses are engaged in the garden, too, of course, as I weed and dig and pinch and occasionally taste. And when visitors show up, I want them to experience the garden the way I do, so I take them to B’s vegetable garden and pick a tomato or a basil leaf for them to eat. I encourage them to run their fingers through the Miscanthus or the lamb’s ear, have them feel the soft bristliness of a Verbena bonariensis flower or smell a leaf from the scented geranium.
Alan’s roof garden is exceptional because it’s possible to get close to all of the plants in it.
I have to remember this and consider how to do more of this in our garden.