This was a special day. Daphne was finished and now it was time to take one last walk through the garden before packing up the studio. I walked straight ahead towards the giant aloe like plants searching for the Blue Garden.
It was about 7am my favorite time of day when I went for the walk. The light was lovely and filtered through the trees.
I was beginning to see that dusty blue in all different permutations.
I walked through the Blue Garden and then up and around and found the reflecting pool. I was trying to focus and really take this garden into my head. This would be one of the last times I would walk here. I might visit in the future but it would never be quite like this. I felt so appreciative of the residency to experience the garden in this more intimate way. I lived in Ganna Walska quarters. sleeping in her rooms and reading her autobiography each night. I was getting to know her through the garden while I was creating a wax garden on the walls. One that for me symbolized a threshold – a state of perpetual transformation.
I found another path and followed it under an umbrella of trees and discovered another pool with huge clam shells scattered over the area around it. Plus to my delight there were succulents growing over and in the wall. It made me think of my beeswax succulent wall.
I walked a little further and came to the orchard where the Beehives are placed.
My thoughts as I wandered were about Daphne…the myth. In brief her story is