Heart's Content

'Within in us lies a secret garden.'


Nurtured from childhood through the written word and illustrations of Beatrix Potter, we were indulged in the adventures of Peter Rabbit and Benjamin Bunny in Mr. McGregor's garden.

The beloved tale by Frances Hodson Burnett of 'The Secret Garden' took us through a weathered gate, unlocked by a hidden key, to a small walled place of beauty covered by rambling roses and trailing brambles. We became absorbed in solving the mystery of an overgrown paradise that time and sadness had forgot.

Some enjoy a manicured lawn with perfectly shaped evergreens and trimmed boxwood, guiding us through its chambers dotted with benches to rest upon.

Urban communities have come to realize the tranquility enjoyed from a garden. An abandoned lot once strewn with garbage is turned into a haven where neighbors meet. Flowers, fruits and vegetables are shared amongst those that tilled the earth, planted the seeds, prayed for rain and waited.

A garden need not be a broad expanse of soil bedecked in flowers and fruit. It can exist simply on a hillside where wild daises dot the lush green grasses that sway in the prairie breeze.

For those with limited space a window box can suffice.They are lush with blooms that stir the heart and calm the soul. Many a balcony or rooftop are home to a profusion of color provided by carefully arranged pots.

Others are perfectly placed to be enjoyed from a rocker set on the porch, where the heavenly scent can encourage one to linger well into the evening.

For me it is that space just beyond the window, still covered in snow. Soon the crocus' will spring forth, the birdsong will become a symphony and I will sit 'till my heart's content in the sweetness of my secret garden.