“Nothing is More the Child of Art than a Garden”*
January 28, 2017
In the dead of a winter night, I dreamt of a green, sun-filled garden, filled with the thick fat leaves of a jade plant, the feathery tendrils of ferns. I stood in a glassed-walled room, misty with gauzy air, as many dreams are wont to be. Before me, on the other side of the glass, … More “Nothing is More the Child of Art than a Garden”*
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