Of course I wanted a chance to win this book (which Carol reviews in her blog post), and so started thinking about gardens that I love. The first garden that came to mind is one I've only seen in my imagination. A garden pictured in words by Frances Hodgson Burnett in her children's book "The Secret Garden."
Here is Frances Hodgson Burnett's description of the garden at the conclusion of the book (Should I say "spoiler alert"?):
The place was a wilderness of autumn gold and purple and violet blue and flaming scarlet and on every side were sheaves of late lilies standing together -- lilies which were white or white and ruby. He remembered well when the first of them had been planted that just at this season of the year their late glories should reveal themselves. Late roses climbed and hung and clustered and the sunshine deepening the hue of the yellowing trees made one feel that one stood in an embowered temple of gold.
It's not likely that I'll ever create my dream garden. But I'm blessed by every minute I spend planting, weeding, and just relaxing in the one I have. And I can visit this other garden any time I wish just by closing my eyes.
"However many years she lived, Mary always felt that 'she should never forget that first morning when her garden began to grow'."
— Frances Hodgson Burnett (The Secret Garden)