Gardens

Our senses are assaulted with greenery: sweet-scented bushes and close-cropped hedgerows, colorful walled gardens and tall, leafy trees—all surrounded by a plush carpet of grass fairly begging for a picnic.

~ My Heart’s in the Lowlands

The gardens are densely planted and richly green. Color is used judiciously, as we might expect in a garden designed by a painter.

~ My Heart’s in the Lowlands

What surprised me when I first touched heather was how soft it feels, like feathers.

~ My Heart’s in the Lowlands

The western horizon hung thick with rain that would soon water the elegant walled garden.

~ Thorn in My Heart

We set forth into the gardens, sweetly scented and neatly edged with grass. A late display of showy tulips in red, pink, and purple fills in nicely.

~ My Heart’s in the Lowlands

Bright green, slender leaves march up the long stalks toward rosy pink blossoms at the top, which will bloom again at summer’s end.

~ My Heart’s in the Lowlands

Jamie watched his mother storm about the fading gardens. A crisp autumn wind rustled through the pines and sent a golden pile of rowan leaves swirling about his buckskin breeches and her billowing gray skirts.

~ Thorn in My Heart