Frances Hodgson Burnett’s The Secret Garden journeys through not only the redemption of a walled garden hidden away under lock and key for many years, but the parallel experience of how that process brings about a new beginning for all those involved in its rebirth. Abandoned to let nature reclaim what was once a treasured place, the painful memories attached to it have tainted its beauty and purpose.
Visiting several Open Gardens in Ross recently, it was interesting to
hear the stories behind the design and creation of gardens which in some
instances grew out of barren house blocks, whereas others were given a new
lease of life after years of neglect, while others sought to use the landscape
in which they were found and work around and with it.
The children in Burnett’s novel see beyond the overgrown tangle to not
only what it was, but to what it might become. With minimal resources they set
about creating order out of chaos, uncovering hidden delights, allowing the
garden to breathe and come back to life.
I think the gardeners in Ross saw themselves in much the same way, as
custodians of their little patches of earth, stewards of the land, helping
their gardens to become not only beautiful, but productive as well. The process
is therapeutic, connecting with the soil, nurturing baby seedlings into adult
plants, witnessing the cycle of seasons as colours change, periods of dormancy
prevail, and as produce ripens, is harvested, shared among friends and eaten with
great relish.
There’s nothing secret about my garden, no stone walls, no ornate gate;
it’s just a humble patch, but one that gives back to me when I invest in
nurturing it.
Secret garden
breathes life into
breathes life into
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