he garden reconciles human art and wild nature, hard work and deep pleasure, spiritual practice and the material world. It is a magical place because it is not divided. The many divisions and polarizations that terrorize a disenchanted world find peaceful accord among mossy rock walls, rough stone paths, and trimmed bushes. Maybe a garden sometimes seems fragile, for all its earth and labor, because it achieves such an extraordinary delicate balance of nature and human life, naturalness and artificiality. It has its own liminality, its point of balance between great extremes.

herever man exists, he finds the need to redesign, to recreate the world.  A more beautiful world, purer, sweeter smelling and more colorful.  A garden is probably the spot where the hopes for civilization are best captured. In fact, man defines himself by his garden. 

hen the world wearies, and society ceases to satisfy, there is always the garden.