Bursting point… We all get to this point… when the blood starts to boil – the emotions swell – so full of stress our juices ready to burst like a fig after a fresh rain. This morning I was so ready to burst that I called my sage friend Helen Yoest – she reminded me that sometimes it is just better to “let it go”…
I took a deep breath and ventured outside to find solace in Entwined Gardens.
To my delight, I wasn’t the only one having a break & snack.
The Heptacodium miconioides (Sevenson Flower, Autumn Lilac) tree was a buzz with pollinators. As I looked up at creamy white puffs against a Carolina Blue sky my angst began to vanish lost in a swirl of bees, wasps skippers & butterflies. My thoughts turned to my delightful 2009 quest to find this tree – an Entwined Gardens expansion – to create a new border adding fall interest near our parking area.
Yes, a crazy Dr. Seuss – like plant that gets far too large for the chosen location. But the fragrant creamy white flowers appearing August – September, turning into small rounded fruit with a cherry red to rose purple calyx – ShaZaam! There’s no such thing as too Big as the sweet scent welcomes us home each day. This small deciduous tree growing 10’ –12’ tall x 8’ – 10’ wide also valued for exfoliating bark in warm hues of light brown, does not disappoint, especially if you don’t mind unpredictable plants with fall winter interest! For those of you who cringe at the word ‘Prune’ – one can’t make a mistake on this wildly branching structure. Within a year of planting this tree was a showstopper in my new themed border of plants for fall interest and ready for the 2010 Garden Conservancy Open Days Tour!
A lovely butterfly perched upon a Cana ‘Phaison’ or Tropicana Lily, caught my attention. I wasn’t quick enough to get a photo – then it was off in a wisp of a wing – up and circling overhead.
My mind clearly engaged as I watched the Zen motion as the butterfly fluttered up and around higher & higher then caught a glimpse of pink in an unexpected place. One of the out of reach Celeste figs had burst open and the scent of soft flesh fills the air. Another Butterfly lands and enjoys the fleshy sweetness – talk about table with a view.
The usual suspects at the Fig Café – humans with morning coffee in hand, disrupting the quiet feast of squirrels & birds who quickly disappear, thinking of another way to enjoy these fruits, of course tasting for inspiration. Wasps & butterflies throughout the midday, lingering like the folks at an Internet cafe; Possum and Raccoons – the nocturnal clientele leaving debris like twenty -somethings in a college town, so although unseen, we know they’ve been & enjoyed.
slowing down progress, almost paralyzed to move forward. I snap a few photos – in this the moment of truth. By the time I can summon my husband and run back he has slithered into the safety of foliage.
I am reminded of the lesson to let it go. Had I not taken a break, made room to breath, I’d have missed these whimsical delights, sweet smells and delicious figs.