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Much of our garden’s personality can be defined by the lines. There are the lines we create and the lines we allow.
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Do we cultivate the formality of lines straight and orderly, or do we invite ever changing curves and organic softness?
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Our plants grow in lines. Our beds are bordered by lines… or not. We organize our garden spaces within the confines of a line.
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Lines give us structure. Woody trunks and branches frame and fixate; divide, fill, support and explode with soft flowers and leaves.
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We recognize our garden’s denizens by the outline of their leaf; the pattern of the life giving veins networking through them.
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At times, the lines of vines overtake and blur the others. They extend of their own accord, to their own rhythm, geometry and design.
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There is a primal intelligence in these living, breathing, ever exuberant lines as they stretch towards the light, defying gravity and the gardener’s imagination.
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As the season progresses, all of the lines evolve and change. New lines criss-cross the old. Lines swell into curves, then shrivel into zig-zagged shrunken shells of themselves before falling away.
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Our gardens’ lines inspire us even as they define us, ever unfolding, ever new.
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Photos by Woodland Gnome 2018
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For The Daily Post’s
Weekly Photo Challenge: Lines
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