Have you ever read “The Secret Garden” by Frances Hodgson Burnett? My entire family was enthralled by this “children’s” book, when read aloud by my husband many years ago.
We have a secret garden – perhaps not very secret, but nonetheless productive of as much joy and beauty as the book’s garden. It is situated right behind our bedroom and bursting with herbs and flowers. It is simply wonderful to awaken each morning, open the door, and discover what new flower is blooming, what new herb is peeking through the soil. By Midwestern standards (whence we came), ‘tis a tiny plot indeed. But it nourishes our spirits and our senses.
Oh yes, we have glorious salmon-colored bougainvillea against the guest house – so lush that my husband has spent a great deal of time cutting it away from the entrance door, in preparation for those who will occupy this abode later this summer. And along the pool fence, cosmos and sunflowers attract goldfinches and their brethren. What fun to bird watch from the confines of your bedroom and Arizona room.
But, at least for the moment, our little not-so-secret garden provides a little oasis of pleasure – at a time in Tucson when that pleasure is most needed.
When first we moved to Tucson, we were eager to continue to grow roses, and purchased a little volume entitled, “Blast Furnace Rose Gardening.” Do you recall the book “Chicken Soup for the Soul”? Well, we might just consider our little backyard plot as a “Blast Furnace Garden – for the Soul”!