“The evening light was like honey in the trees” ~ John Ashbery
My visit to the garden was late on Saturday. Instead of gardening, I joined the team running the dogs in late afternoon to give a couple of devoted volunteers a well-earned day off. By the time I made it to the garden, it was bathed in a golden wash and the shadows were long.
Monarchs danced, Dragonflies perched,
and bees were finishing their day collecting pollen from the Penstemon.
I see that Ina has been busy preparing to expand the Cottage Garden again,
and our new wall is complete; the surrounding beds waiting to be planted.
The plaque that now graces our Memorial Garden calls out our purpose and will be filled with names of sponsors whose contributions will support the dogs.
“Now and then the light will fall on a particular point in time, illuminating it for a moment before the wind seals up the gap, and the world is in shadows again.” ~ Tan Twan Eng, The Garden of Evening Mists
Jody and I hung a new wind chime from the plum tree. It makes a deep and delightful sound as if it is calling the creatures to the garden as the day began to disappear.
“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.” ~ Vincent Van Gogh