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July 26, 2011

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How lovely. Your account took me right into the beautiful quiet and the expanse of your day in the country. Thank you.

Beth, Bless you! It was a special time together. Thank you again.

Beth,
Thank you for sharing this. You had me right there with you in the garden.

Lovely post just reading it made me feel calmer.Splitting wood.. like J. I like it.For me its easy to romanitize and maybe be silly about it but I can't help but feel in its rhythms there is a connection to a more elemental time long ago when we were closer to nature and there is satisfaction in a just created pile of split wood ready for the fireplace

Lovely. Thank you.

Beautiful! Thanks for this, it made me pause and take a deep breath.

Beautiful, Beth. You really did have a wonderful trip back to some favourite places and people.

What a beautiful place! And you photos in the previous post are very beautiful too.

Part of your post resonated with me:

These brief sojourns in the countryside have taken me out of myself, and brought me back. They remind me how important nature is to me -- and not just green things and creatures, but wildness. I very much need these times to be alone and quiet with nature, as I've been throughout my life; rather than making me feel insignificant or lonely these are times of unity, emptying, and renewal.

It is why I love scuba diving in cold, New England water. I am alone with golden seaweed covered rocks, the gentle motion of the surge, and the light streaming down in silver shards through the first few feet of the shallows. All stress and tension melt away as I sip a few breaths from my tank of air. It renews me and recharges me to be there. I felt the same was true for you in the garden you described.

Thanks for posting this.

Beth, you've given me/us such a gift with this story. I'm new to you and to your blog, as you know, but I'm thrilled to be allowed to share your life this way. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for such generosity.

This was a visit of solitude a wonder for me too. Being able to tag along. The photos, the comments, the moments, each so precious.

Thank you for sharing.

"Taken out of myself, and brought back." Words I can identify with.

How lovely, and how blessed you are to have such a friend

Ah, there is Laura on her first visit! I'm not surprised she liked it...

I'm always wanting standing stones and wishing that I could be a giant, just for long enough to get them home to my garden. Very satisfying to walk around the garden with you, Beth.

beautiful. thanks for sharing - your words and images took me there for a moment.

This reminds me of Denys Arcand's film Le declin de l'empire americain, without the decline!

What a fabulous place and wonderful friends. The garden looks enormous - is it?

Thank you all for these lovely comments! Laura, welcome, so glad to see you here. Welcome, Cecile -- and thank you for writing and sharing that resonant image of the solitude of scuba diving. Andrea, I'm amused -- because one of the participants said the same thing that afternoon! Natalie - the garden is big, yes, just abotu the limit that one person could care for. If you look at the bottom picture you can see most of it. Then on the other side of the house there are an alpine garden and two shade gardens. It's a lot, but very much in scale with the house. And in addition to the pond there is a stream running from a spring up on the hillside, with a little waterfall/fountain into a pool.

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