Intuitively, many of us know there is something about a walled garden. It somehow takes on an underlying sense of sacredness. We imagine that what grows here is not just protected, but also must be specially cared for. In this economy of space we devote our time and attention to seeing the small selection of plants thrive to become representatives of all that is good in that greater realm of horticulture.
Enclosed herein is a place where quantity and variety make way for predilection. The quality of life here is unique. This place becomes our tiny planet in a universe of over choice and confusion. The narrow rows of vegetables and flowers grow in the security of royalty, surrounded by castle walls. If entitlement has any merit in the plant kingdom, here is where that humble greatness becomes possible. The weeds must not grow here. Water must not be withheld.