I’ve wanted to show you this place. My reluctance to do so is that I can’t do it justice with words or camera. It is an extraordinary garden where the bird songs, the sound of moving water, and breezes rustling in the leaves of the towering trees send your soul soaring skyward and make you one with nature.
It is not a secret, but it is hidden. There are no signs to point you there or even to let you know you have found it, just a brick wall and an unassuming house. They give no hint of what lies inside.
This is Wing Haven. I have mentioned this place before. I can walk here from my house and it is to my shame that I do not do so regularly. The story of this magic garden is told better by others, but I will tell you that over a half century ago a young man built a house for his bride here on what was then a field of red clay with only a single tree. Together the two of them spent the rest of their lives here, planting a paradise for themselves and for the birds. There is a short film that tells their lovely story.
They planted trees and shrubs to feed, protect, and provide nesting sites for the birds. The choke cherry is as welcome as the Japanese maple.
Within lie a children’s garden, an herb garden, a rose garden, a formal garden, but mostly it is structured in a deliberately untidy way, wild and majestic.
There are walks of grass, of moss-covered bricks, of mulch. Formal paths, winding, narrow mulched paths….
And water…moving water. Large ponds…
Birdhouses and arbors, plenty of nesting sites…
There are benches to sit for a spell…under its spell.
Look! A spot for human birdsong…
What else am I missing?
OH. . . birds, perhaps? Wrong Mary! My camera zoom and shutter speed can’t even catch my dog unless she’s asleep, so bird photographs are out of the question for me.
But hey…did you see that rabbit on the grass path?