You can dream yourself here at the Spiral Garden, with moss and art from ventilators, at Bedrock Gardens in New Hampshire. Click to enlarge.*
A smile fell in the grass.
Irretrievable!
And how will your night dances
Lose themselves. In mathematics?
Such pure leaps and spirals —-
Surely they travel
The world forever, I shall not entirely
Sit emptied of beauties, the gift
Of your small breath, the drenched grass
Smell of your sleeps, lilies, lilies.
– Sylvia Plath, from “The Night Dances”
(Plath regards her baby daughter sleeping.)
*Photo by Zipity11, via Wikipedia, under CC license.
