A Slice of Heaven

Summary

The website content is a reflective narrative about the author's personal connection to a garden-like backyard that borders a community lake.

Abstract

The author, Dennett, shares a poetic contemplation on whether their backyard, filled with pines, palmettos, azaleas, and gingers, can be considered a garden. Despite minimal upkeep and its communal ownership, the space feels deeply personal and serves as a source of inspiration and tranquility. The narrative reveals that the discovery of this serene lakeside setting, shared with local wildlife, was a pivotal moment that convinced the author to make the townhome their new residence. The essay concludes by affirming that this natural sanctuary is not just a garden but the author's own 'slice of heaven.' Additionally, the content includes links to two other stories by different authors for further reading.

Opinions

The author views the backyard as more than just a garden; it's a personal haven and a source of inspiration.
The author embraces a hands-off approach to gardening, preferring to let nature take its course.
There is a sense of communal ownership and shared enjoyment of the natural space within the community.
The garden's beauty and tranquility, particularly its lake view, were decisive factors in the author's choice to purchase the townhome.
The author feels a connection with the wildlife that frequents the garden, suggesting a harmonious coexistence.

A poem

Is it a garden? Or just a backyard, green with pines and prickly palmettos?

Is it a garden? I planted two azaleas among the trees, and a handful of gingers.

Is it a garden? I don’t keep it up, no raking or fertilizing, I let nature rule.

Is it a garden? Or a path to the lake, a walkway for birds, squirrels, ducks, and me?

Is it a garden? Legally not mine, owned by all of us in this community.

Is it a garden? Or just the scene from my porch, where I sometimes write?

A garden, yes — but so much more:

It’s my slice of heaven.

When I visited the townhome we later purchased, I didn’t know it sat on a lake. I didn’t even know there was a lake in the community. When the previous owner led me out the patio doors, through the porch, and down the stone path, I was totally enchanted and knew I’d found our new home.

Here are two other stories for your reading pleasure:

Reciprocal Prompt / Memories of Garden

A Slice of Heaven

A poem