LovetoGiveRoses
Southern Gentleman
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This is a better place than the Amy.Maurra's old thread... we'll leave them to ancient history and create something new.
THERE ARE NOT MANY PICTURES IN HERE...IT'S OUR "PLAYGROUND"
Stories start around page 50 or 60.
The Playground….
This is our playground. The playground is really a garden, a hidden garden that is warm and private from prying eyes (well not entirely) Lol.
The secret garden is out beyond the orchard, the apple trees hide the walls from view, there's a small shiny black door that's hidden from view by a thick growth of ivy and a little turn in the wall. The door fits to the arch in the heavy stone 10 foot tall wall. Behind the wall, there is a thick row of tall evergreens, and beyond that, on the slope down is a series of red maples with camellias interspersed underneath. There's a slate pathway that winds through the evergreens and into a canopy made by the camellias down the hill and into the flat bottomed ravine. The camellias form a tunnel filled with the shiny evergreen leaves and, in winter and early spring, thick white flowers. The path runs through the bottom of the ravine by a stone edged pond filled wth lilies and with a fountain in the middle.
The pond is large enough to support a couple of swans. My dear lady loves her birdies and fawns over them. The fountain in the middle is a statue of Shahrazad, the fabled Arabian story teller. Water spills over the open book she holds in her hands and runs down the back of the book and around her gown and back into the water below in an endless stream. The pond is mostly surrounded by a soft, thick green grass and beyond the grass are casual clumps of different types of pansies and Johnny-jump-ups. The canopy of trees is a little lighter around the pond, the afternoon sun lights it all and brings needed nourishing sunbeams to the low shrub fuchsia that fill the spaces at the "edge" of our little private forest.
Snowball and white flowering pears are on the left side surrounding another little meadow of grass. In front of the taller trees are hundreds of rhododendron and azaleas in colors from violet to pink forming a cool contrast to the bright white flowers above. In the center of the meadow in full sun is one of the two small round stone tables with stone chairs. The sets are ancient and worn. This is the set for cooler days when people want to bask in those unusually warm spring days and enjoy the sunshine after a long cool winter.
Down the path to the right is the sunny rose garden with climbing red roses cascading over the surrounding tall stone wall. There is another bench height low wall that circles the entire rose garden. The low wall has a top of slate so that visitors can sit comfortably. Many parts of the wall are covered with simple white climbing roses, but other parts of the wall are bare from roses leaving lots of places to sit. There are three entrance breaks through the wall, one, in the center that is served by the winding slate path.
Another entrance to the rose garden, much less obvious, at the far edge of the rose garden, is shaded by another group of flowering pears. Hidden in the middle of the flowering pears is the other table, it is just as ancient as the other. It is tucked under the shade of the many tightly groups pears forming a quiet, shady recluse. This set has moss growing in some of the spots underneath along the bottom that are in perpetual shade. This is a set for those hot summer days when ice tea is warranted as medicine for the heat. It is located such that we and our guests can enjoy the quiet shade, but over look the riot of summer color and fragrance provided by the many roses.
The third entrance break to the rose garden is found by following a low hidden grass path that winds out through the edge of the rose garden and serves as a drainage basin. It then meanders down near the main wall and out under an iron grate built into the main wall.
In sunken center are the many rose bushes. Forming the center is a group of a dozen tall white tea roses surrounded by two dozen tall pink old English roses. On both sides, at the edges, away from the surrounding trees, are tall red American tea roses. The lady of the house particularly likes bouquets gathered from the many pink roses.
At the back of the garden, framed by the rest of the wall, stand some tall oaks, beyond the oaks, outside the wall, another garden of tall evergreens stands guard against the outside world. There is a secret entrance there too, but, like its mate at the front, it is well hidden by a inlet corner of the wall, a little box in with the door in the side wall and hidden from direct view from the outside. Covering this part of the wall and obstructing the spot even further is climbing aromatic jasmine that sends perfume wafting through the entire back of the garden.
Hanging from one of the oaks in the back left corner is an old wooden swing that is attached by rope above to a high branch. At the base of the oak are thick azaleas, with smaller pink bushes in front and taller white bushes in the back near the trunk. On the other side of the little meadow, in the sunlight, is a group of deep red bougainvillea.
The slate path forms a trail through the entire garden leading from the fountain in the middle to the snowball meadow on the left, around the back through the oaks and the swing, then by the rear entrance, back through more oaks, then back towards the center skirting the rose garden and finally back to the fountain.
There are no prying eyes here, with our 10 foot stone wall all around. We can walk down here to get away. It's nice to be away from others to have a private discussion as lovers are wont to do, to share a sunny afternoon or to sip tea late in the day. But it's also a great place to visit with friends, both new and old who may wander by and are astute enough to notice the back entrance through the evergreens and jasmine. It's a magical place where fairly tales are told and dreams may come true. Welcome.
THERE ARE NOT MANY PICTURES IN HERE...IT'S OUR "PLAYGROUND"
Stories start around page 50 or 60.
The Playground….
This is our playground. The playground is really a garden, a hidden garden that is warm and private from prying eyes (well not entirely) Lol.
The secret garden is out beyond the orchard, the apple trees hide the walls from view, there's a small shiny black door that's hidden from view by a thick growth of ivy and a little turn in the wall. The door fits to the arch in the heavy stone 10 foot tall wall. Behind the wall, there is a thick row of tall evergreens, and beyond that, on the slope down is a series of red maples with camellias interspersed underneath. There's a slate pathway that winds through the evergreens and into a canopy made by the camellias down the hill and into the flat bottomed ravine. The camellias form a tunnel filled with the shiny evergreen leaves and, in winter and early spring, thick white flowers. The path runs through the bottom of the ravine by a stone edged pond filled wth lilies and with a fountain in the middle.
The pond is large enough to support a couple of swans. My dear lady loves her birdies and fawns over them. The fountain in the middle is a statue of Shahrazad, the fabled Arabian story teller. Water spills over the open book she holds in her hands and runs down the back of the book and around her gown and back into the water below in an endless stream. The pond is mostly surrounded by a soft, thick green grass and beyond the grass are casual clumps of different types of pansies and Johnny-jump-ups. The canopy of trees is a little lighter around the pond, the afternoon sun lights it all and brings needed nourishing sunbeams to the low shrub fuchsia that fill the spaces at the "edge" of our little private forest.
Snowball and white flowering pears are on the left side surrounding another little meadow of grass. In front of the taller trees are hundreds of rhododendron and azaleas in colors from violet to pink forming a cool contrast to the bright white flowers above. In the center of the meadow in full sun is one of the two small round stone tables with stone chairs. The sets are ancient and worn. This is the set for cooler days when people want to bask in those unusually warm spring days and enjoy the sunshine after a long cool winter.
Down the path to the right is the sunny rose garden with climbing red roses cascading over the surrounding tall stone wall. There is another bench height low wall that circles the entire rose garden. The low wall has a top of slate so that visitors can sit comfortably. Many parts of the wall are covered with simple white climbing roses, but other parts of the wall are bare from roses leaving lots of places to sit. There are three entrance breaks through the wall, one, in the center that is served by the winding slate path.
Another entrance to the rose garden, much less obvious, at the far edge of the rose garden, is shaded by another group of flowering pears. Hidden in the middle of the flowering pears is the other table, it is just as ancient as the other. It is tucked under the shade of the many tightly groups pears forming a quiet, shady recluse. This set has moss growing in some of the spots underneath along the bottom that are in perpetual shade. This is a set for those hot summer days when ice tea is warranted as medicine for the heat. It is located such that we and our guests can enjoy the quiet shade, but over look the riot of summer color and fragrance provided by the many roses.
The third entrance break to the rose garden is found by following a low hidden grass path that winds out through the edge of the rose garden and serves as a drainage basin. It then meanders down near the main wall and out under an iron grate built into the main wall.
In sunken center are the many rose bushes. Forming the center is a group of a dozen tall white tea roses surrounded by two dozen tall pink old English roses. On both sides, at the edges, away from the surrounding trees, are tall red American tea roses. The lady of the house particularly likes bouquets gathered from the many pink roses.
At the back of the garden, framed by the rest of the wall, stand some tall oaks, beyond the oaks, outside the wall, another garden of tall evergreens stands guard against the outside world. There is a secret entrance there too, but, like its mate at the front, it is well hidden by a inlet corner of the wall, a little box in with the door in the side wall and hidden from direct view from the outside. Covering this part of the wall and obstructing the spot even further is climbing aromatic jasmine that sends perfume wafting through the entire back of the garden.
Hanging from one of the oaks in the back left corner is an old wooden swing that is attached by rope above to a high branch. At the base of the oak are thick azaleas, with smaller pink bushes in front and taller white bushes in the back near the trunk. On the other side of the little meadow, in the sunlight, is a group of deep red bougainvillea.
The slate path forms a trail through the entire garden leading from the fountain in the middle to the snowball meadow on the left, around the back through the oaks and the swing, then by the rear entrance, back through more oaks, then back towards the center skirting the rose garden and finally back to the fountain.
There are no prying eyes here, with our 10 foot stone wall all around. We can walk down here to get away. It's nice to be away from others to have a private discussion as lovers are wont to do, to share a sunny afternoon or to sip tea late in the day. But it's also a great place to visit with friends, both new and old who may wander by and are astute enough to notice the back entrance through the evergreens and jasmine. It's a magical place where fairly tales are told and dreams may come true. Welcome.
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