I’ve been wanting to say something about the inspired landscaper at a building in Boston. His vision is so different from that of most people responsible for office or apartment building plantings. You know what I mean: “It’s fall. Time to line up a row of yellow chrysanthemums. No, let’s do something creative this year and alternate them with maroon chrysanthemums. Just a foot apart.”
Plunk.
In contrast, landscaper Paul tells a story, writes a poem with his design, thinking about the changing seasons far ahead. Birds love him.
color
texture
light
shade
movement
dappling
swaying
open
huddled
reaching
clinging
weight
breeze
peace
song
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Inspired landscaping is poetry in motion at its best.
I’ve seen pictures of your Maine landscaping, and I think it qualifies.
Oh, that’s cool–the poem and the landscaping!
Thanks. More like a list of words than a poem, but I did want to express that the landscaping was not just “plunk,”