The garden in your mind.
May. 2nd, 2002 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zyadaThis isn't about your yard, or what you want to do to your garden or yard. The idea is to visualize a garden, then describe it without editing (except for readability). The garden is supposed to be whatever comes to mind (i.e. from the subconscious) not the idealized garden you would like to have (although that will probably figure into it)
The garden is bathed in the golden sunlight that you sometimes get. In the middle of the yard (but off-center), there is a gazebo (painted white) covered in wisteria and climbing roses. The gazebo has benches that you can sit on to enjoy the yard. There is a fat white longhair cat on the gazebo railing, looking out superciliously. There is a stream that wanders through the yard, with a small bridge. There is an island of irises - purple and white - in the expanse of grass. There is a cool breeze blowing through the yard, just cool enough to be stimulating.
There is a house on one side of the garden. It's not a large house, but it looks cozy. Maybe I'll go in there someday.
The garden is an irregular shape, not a rectangle.
On one side of the yard, there's a fence; I think it separates the garden from a road leading to the house. The rest of the garden is surrounded by pine woods. At one corner of the house are some flowering bushes, about my height. Honeysuckle covers the fence, morning glories climb a trellis on the house. In the shade of the woods, dogwoods flower.
Today, I am in the gazebo with my lover's arms around me, just sitting and taking in the day.
This actually is pretty close to my ideal garden. Two things strike me; first it seems somewhat lonely - until I asked myself where I was, I didn't sense anyone in the garden or even in the house. And I don't even see or hear my lover, just feel his arms around me. Secondly, I don't like white cats or fat cats! I wonder what he is doing there.
The garden is bathed in the golden sunlight that you sometimes get. In the middle of the yard (but off-center), there is a gazebo (painted white) covered in wisteria and climbing roses. The gazebo has benches that you can sit on to enjoy the yard. There is a fat white longhair cat on the gazebo railing, looking out superciliously. There is a stream that wanders through the yard, with a small bridge. There is an island of irises - purple and white - in the expanse of grass. There is a cool breeze blowing through the yard, just cool enough to be stimulating.
There is a house on one side of the garden. It's not a large house, but it looks cozy. Maybe I'll go in there someday.
The garden is an irregular shape, not a rectangle.
On one side of the yard, there's a fence; I think it separates the garden from a road leading to the house. The rest of the garden is surrounded by pine woods. At one corner of the house are some flowering bushes, about my height. Honeysuckle covers the fence, morning glories climb a trellis on the house. In the shade of the woods, dogwoods flower.
Today, I am in the gazebo with my lover's arms around me, just sitting and taking in the day.
This actually is pretty close to my ideal garden. Two things strike me; first it seems somewhat lonely - until I asked myself where I was, I didn't sense anyone in the garden or even in the house. And I don't even see or hear my lover, just feel his arms around me. Secondly, I don't like white cats or fat cats! I wonder what he is doing there.
