Old Gardens Are A Place Of Solitude
Garden Poem of the Day
By Gertrude Huntington McGiffert
Old gardens have a language of their own,
And mine sweet speech to linger in the heart.
A goodly place it is and primly spaced,
With straight box-bordered paths and squares of bloom.
Bay-trees by rows of antique urns tell tales
Of one who loved the gardens Dante loved.
Magnolias edge the placid lily-pool
And flank the sagging seat, whence vista leads
To blaze of rhododendrons banked in green.
Azaleas by the scarlet quince flame up
Against the lustrous grape-vines trellised high
To pigeon-cote and old brick wall where hide
First snowdrops and the bravest violets.
A place of solitudes whose silences
Enfold the heart as an unquiet bird.
Gardener's Quote of the Day
"Gardening is the purest of human pleasures."
— Francis Bacon
Gardening Question of the Day
What natural remedies do you recommend for treating common leaf problems?