The winter garden

01c015536889ce7affbbc43727a9199bed8c334d86A garden I know so well, from a different season…and here it was, dressed up in its winter clothing. There’s something eerily magical about a sleeping garden in mid winter; you can almost sense all that latent energy pulled deep into the earth through roots and tucked-away shoots so that walking along a mossy path feels like tip-01d526c37b95a6b1ad11dc3a3aafd5dcdb3138b063toeing through Nature’s dormitory.

Still, all the birds are busy, creating one kerfuffle after another as they seek food in the hedgerows, and the borders are far from bare…just greener, lusher somehow; there’s a moist fecundity to everything as foliage mulches back down into the earth and becomes next year’s potential. A shrill robin turns a tune as you round a corner and an absence of other visitors draws all focus to the sound of gravel crunched underfoot and the drip of 0110b7476af85bb33c078548facffaa5e73caa6d01water…somewhere.

There’s a spaciousness to it all; slate-coloured skies seem less busy and much further pulled-back than those full of puffy clouds suspended behind the outlines of summer trees and topiary punctuated by so much bare earth act like the picture frames to a series of canvases not yet painted.

Then there’s a thrill to it, something that gets the heart pattering as though just walking there is like being party to some kind of intrigue; a world few others bother to venture into, your very own secret garden tucked behind high walls.

More seasonal, somehow, than any amount of shopping arcades festooned with artificial foliage, there’s something ‘pure December’ about such a stroll in the week before the winter solstice and this one set my heart alight with festive cheer and a longing to warm my toes by a fire, to fill my room with candles and cosy down beneath rugs, as the finale to a magical day.

Garden visited: West Green, near Hartley Wintney, Hampshire (now closed for the season but there are various gardens open during the Christmas holiday, see the National Trust – or your local equivalent –  for ideas).

 

 

 

About Helen White

Helen White is a professional artist and published writer with two primary blogs to her name. Her themes pivot around health and wellbeing, expanded consciousness and ways of noticing how life is a constant dance between the deeply subjective and the collective-universal, all of which she explores with a daily hunger to get to know herself better. While Spinning the Light is a free-for-all covering a multitude of playful and positive subjects, Living Whole is primarily a forum for health and lifestyle topics focussed on recovery from the chronic health challenges she has lived with for a number of years. Needless to say, their subjects cross over quite often.
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4 Responses to The winter garden

  1. ThE ArTiST says:

    Nice post… i was literally in the garden when I was reading the post.. nd the photos are beautiful too 🙂

  2. Karin Van den Bergh says:

    This reads like a poem. So beautiful.

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