What would Eve think about my garden in the summer of 2016 ?
Now i digged a hole in the ground to come out at the other side of the globe. It’s a shame there is no Potter’s fireplace to just have a quick stroll in the garden.
The driveway is just a long stretch of yearlings. They trying to get there first roots in the ground and to establish a good base to become fierce bushes waving and guarding the openings way to Euralia in red colors, summers and winters. Trying to drive away the view of a big corn field.
The first resting area close to all kind of tools that opens spiritual and other doors of the mind and body. This place starts to have there two years old habitants driving a green border trough neighbours and privacy, to protect an island surrounded by water and small living underwater creatures. It’s still in process to become a water world for there bigger brothers. From there on there is a possibility to stroll further away from the noise of mechanical disturbers trying to gain precious minutes that they can use sitting before a coloured screen.
The stroll would bring Eve to another place with still visible little , which i call “think corners”. Its a small accidented landscape with a path you could walk forever and see the ever changes of seasons if you walk slow enough. Two different levels like tee zones of a golf course, its probably a view i have in my own mind because when you get closer you still see patches of open dirt . One of the tee areas is flanked again by one year old fierce red bushes as a protection for curious neighbours and the invading wind that blows trough the fields behind it. The other tee digs itself into the ground as a nice sheltered area but still the open view of a horse running wildly in the field. The tee will be overviewed by something i still like to be a secret. They would call it the final touch of a painting.
The living cathedral of nine trees is the highlight of the garden, or will become it. Three trees combined placed on three spots are the fundation pillars . Two portals will grow in time, windows will appear and new unknown structures of branches will grow . They still overlooking a growing pit. A handmade pit surrounded by all kinds of unwanted natural flora invaders. The pit would become a bacon for the last survivals of wildlife in the neighbourhood , anyway that’s what i’m hoping for. a rest place for my friends who daily struggling to survive there mechanical, chemical and human attackers.
So i hope , one day, Eve will be walking there as she used to in ancient histories and i ‘ll be watching smiling in one of my “think-corners” how she grabs an apple of my growing apple tree, or maybe decide to go for the cherries or pears.
