And change this Garden for a Paradise.
-- John Aubrey, from the epitaph for the Tradescants
Methinks my own soul must be a bright invisible green.
-- Henry David Thoreau
The walled garden, an old dying princess
From a lost country, had grown very strange. . . .
-- May Sarton, from "The Walled Garden at Clondalkin"

Enclos*ure is my online notebook about the ways we carve gardens out of the larger landscape and create places of refuge, pleasure, and imagination.
I live in Kigali, Rwanda.
No day is right for the apocalypse.
-- William Matthews, from "The Waste Carpet"
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
-- Thomas Edward Brown, from "My Garden"
I have a certificate in Landscape Design from George Washington University. I’m also a State Department Foreign Service spouse and have lived and made gardens in five countries in Africa in the last twenty-three years. I currently live in Kigali, Rwanda.
Contact me: cgoodson51@gmail.com
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I don’t think Puppy did that. Roddy has been going on the boxwoods for 7 years and they are thriving. Must have been the frost.
Yes, we have had some nights in the 60s lately.
It could be an insect or virus or evil garden genie — the bush in the pot on the other side had the same problem. But curiously, it only effects the outward hanging branches.