Welcome to A Writer’s Garden where writers who are gardeners or just love gardens will be sharing their garden and flower stories, as well as a bit about their writing gardens—aka their books.
This week’s guest is Terri Wangard who will be giving us a tour of A Dublin, Ireland garden she visited, and the surprise she found.
Silver Lining in a Japanese Garden
By Terri Wangard
I love flowers, but you’re unlikely to find any at my home. Give me a plant and within two weeks, it’ll be dead. It’s happened more than once. I definitely don’t possess a green thumb.
When I visited Dublin, Ireland, twenty-one years ago, I pored over the list of available excursions. Powerscourt was described as set in the graceful Wicklow Mountains, one of the most beautiful country estates in Ireland. “Visit this magnificent aristocratic garden, beautifully laid out with taste and imagination.”
Visions of gorgeous, colorful flower beds in geometric shapes lined with shrubbery danced in my mind. Maybe I pictured formal English gardens with walkways among the different plantings.
Maybe that should have warned me. I was going to Ireland and thinking of English gardens.
The June day at Powerscourt was gray and overcast. The grounds were lush and green―grass, trees, shrubs. But where were the flowers? The splashes of vibrant color?
My mood matched the weather. I’d come out in the Irish countryside for this? I could have toured Dublin and viewed the Book of Kells.
Then I entered the Japanese garden.
When I was in second grade, social studies was my favorite subject, and the pictures of Japan in our textbook enthralled me. Today, the only picture I can recall is a room with sliding dividers and the family members not wearing shoes in their house; why that fascinated me, I’m not sure. Japanese architecture, however, has always drawn my eye. Pagodas, shrines, red bridges, curved eaves extending from the roofs.
I’ve never been to Japan, but here in Ireland was a minimalist Japanese garden with bright red bridges bringing needed color. I spent time on those bridges, watching the water in the creek below.
And there were palm trees! In Ireland? Are there any in Japan?
With few people around, I could spend the allotted time wandering about unimpeded. The simple garden went a long way toward alleviating my disappointment. Walking around the quiet, peaceful grounds proved to be a restful day. Beauty in simplicity.
About the Writer/Gardener
Terri Wangard’s gardening efforts usually consist of a pot of scraggly flowers. This year’s pot of daises may actually have sprouted weeds instead.
Holder of a bachelor’s degree in history and a master’s degree in library science, Terri lives in Wisconsin where she is writing inspirational historical fiction. Her research included going for a ride in a WWII B-17 Flying Fortress bomber.
Soar Like Eagles
by Terri Wangard
She wants to do her part for the war, but struggles to maintain her ideals.
He joins the air force, hoping to find peace.
Carol volunteers with the Red Cross to serve doughnuts and coffee to GIs and boost their morale. Believing wartime romances are doomed to disappointment, she attempts to avoid entanglements and transfers to France, away from Chet, the airman she’s falling for.
Chet’s father always belittled him. Now a well-regarded B-17 navigator, he longs to prove him wrong. After he’s ditched in the North Sea, parachuted into France, and been called before a review, his focus changes to staying alive, and winning the Red Cross girl he keeps crossing paths with.
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