A storeroom of recycled paper beads at Gahaya Links, Kigali, Rwanda.
. . . And her voice is a string of colored beads,
Or steps leading into the sea. . . .
– Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Witch-Wife“
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Lord, I confess too, when I dine,
The pulse is Thine,
And all those other bits, that be
There plac'd by Thee;
The worts, the purslain, and the mess
Which of Thy kindness Thou hast sent;
And my content
Makes those, and my beloved beet,
To be more sweet.
'Tis Thou that crown'st my glittering hearth
With guiltless mirth;
And giv'st me wassail-bowls to drink,
Spic'd to the brink.
Robert Herrick, from "A Thanksgiving to God, for his House"
A green delight the wounded mind endears/ After the hustling world is broken off.
-- John Clare, from "Solitude"
Methinks my own soul must be a bright invisible green.
-- Henry David Thoreau
A garden is not a picture, but a language, which is of course the major art of life.
-- Henry Mitchell, The Essential Earthman
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
-- Thomas Edward Brown, from "My Garden"
If this garden is not Paradise, then why like Paradise,/ Does it create happiness through its inner life?
-- Saba (Fath Ali Khan), from "A King's Garden World"
I have a certificate in Landscape Design from George Washington University. I’ve also lived and made gardens in five countries in Africa (most recently in Kigali, Rwanda) and in the Washington, D.C., area.
I currently live in Stuttgart, Germany.
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