As I’ve wrote in a previous post, my mind is that Nature is the best maker of Beauty.
It would be interesting to reflect – and maybe I’ll do in a next post – about that Nature creates Beauty following only functional, not aesthetic, criteria.
A place where I often experience this is my garden home.
It’s a small garden, L-shaped and located at the southwest corner of the house. In the past, was the garden of my father. He dedicated to it the evening time – and I with him – when he returned from his clerk work.
After his death, for a long time I have not taken care of the garden, letting the weeds covered it – I found the little wild flowers had a certain charme –. So, the weeds choked flowers and, in turn, choked themselves. The parasites thrived.
One day I looked out my window, and I realized that the garden was fading, with to the memory of my father. Then I started pulling weeds and cleaning the garden and although I had no experience of gardening, my father’s garden slowly, first reappeared, then became my garden. Now is a different garden, based on a different concept and with some different plants but in it I find the spirit of my father.
I choose plants according to their simple beauty and place them, according to the daylight best for them and the colour combinations. Sometimes it works, sometimes not. Nature often takes my ideas and change for the better. Then I take off whatever disturbs the natural development and the result is always very interesting.
At evening, between the sunset and the twilight, I sit and look at the garden in silence – I placed a small Japanese maple, so that the last sun beam shines it -. Sometimes I take inspiration from the garden, drawing flowers or taking notes about colours.
Learning from Nature, teacher of Beauty.