Garden gate

Garden Gate

            And how might you know you have entered the garden, or exited? Even Eden has a gate, thrown through by original sin, and Heaven a gate as pearly as our imaginings of what lies beyond.  As for fiery Hell, do not abandon hope: a gate must always provide exit as well as entrance.
                                    –Joseph Harling, Defining Gardens

            I built the gate before I built the fence.  I anchored pillars in the earth that you might walk between them, exiting one space and entering another.  I planted twins of fern, of box hedge, of rose bush, one on either side of the path to mark your progress through the garden.  I placed gates within gates, to define and redefine space, so that you would notice entrances and exits, would be more thoughtful of what you have just seen—the lovely lilies blooming white in tepid water—and what you might see next.
            I built a wooden wall, then cut through it a hole, big as a barrel head.  Peer through from either side, circles of roses or multi-colored hydrangea, to see how I’ve delighted your eye.  Note the stairs that lead to the platform just above the hedge.  Stand on the deck and lean on the hand rails.  You will see the many rooms of my garden.  Climb down the stairs on the other side of the deck.  Move through more gates, pillars, plantings, and walls, following the labyrinth of my creation toward the center, the small red pagoda you’ve seen from the deck.  Someone was sitting in it, then, but by the time you reach it, that person will be walking through some gate, giving you your turn in the heart of beauty.
            In England, so many gardeners would place statuary in the middle of this pagoda.  But I built the garden so that this space, in the center, would be yours alone.  Here, you might sit, nothing to remind you of the biblical, the classical, the romantic, or even the modern.  I designed my garden that you might be your own final destination.
            Satisfied, you will walk out, opening and closing gates, peeking through walls, through the openings cut into bushes, through pillars and rocks and arched trellises.  When you find yourself at what once was the entrance to my garden, you will exit.  What lies beyond is up to you, for the world is always open wide shut and shut wide open.







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