“The best place to find God is in a garden. You can dig for him there.” ~ George Bernard Shaw
Let’s take a little trip.
THE BLUE GARDEN by Helen Dunmore 'Doesn't it look peaceful?' someone said as our train halted on the embankment and there was nothing to do but stare at the blue garden. Blue roses slowly opened, blue apples glistened beneath the spreading peacock of leaves. The fountain spat jets of pure Prussian the decking was made with fingers of midnight the grass was as blue as Kentucky. Even the children playing in their ultramarine paddling pool were touched by a cobalt Midas who had changed their skin from the warm colours of earth to the azure of heaven. 'Don't they look happy?' someone said, as the train manager apologised for the inconvenience caused to our journey, and yes, they looked happy. Didn't we wish we were in the blue garden soaked in the spray of the hose-snake, didn't we wish we could dig in the indigo earth for sky-coloured potatoes. didn't we wish our journey was over and we were free to race down the embankment and be caught up in the blue, like those children who shrank to dots of cerulean as our train got going. ~ from Glad of These Times (Bloodaxe, 2014)