Monthly Archives: December 2011

On this Christmas Eve 2011 The line between the past and the present.

Is ever more define each day. I am looking forward in sharing my life with you in 2012.

Please enjoy your holiday season.

Jerry “The Marble Faun”

Greetings Grey Gardeners,
As is with each season , a past, a present, a future,our time at Mrs.Beales was
free of time. It had taken me years to undertstand , to know what had remained
so elusive.
There within the great house a host of guestions, yet never one too pressing
that it could not wait for an answer. Time had stopped in the confines of our
world, I felt unsure of what it was then, today I ve been granted the wisdom to
begin to see the freedom in a new greater light. It was a new season , not for
the time of day to reveal, nor the calling of others into our world, we
three,had for weeks on end , known only each other.

It was the drying of the leaves on the shutters, the migration of the many birds
that told of a winter, therefor a Christmas. I set out in the brush for a
tree top, one I could collect, that would not include my cutting it down,
needing only the tree top.

There in a corner where Mrs.Hill had kept a season of
plantings did            I discover evergreens. Finding one tree top from the r second
floor porch, I then set out to the thick over growth for our Christmas Tree. It
being only a foot or so waas easily collected, found T. Logans old tools , which
were handy in every season.

The effort in finding one tree top was a first step, retreiving it was a
skill. Time for a Christmas at Mrs.Beales mansion begun with a tree top, from
the very garden that concealed in until the leaves had fallen , and the shutters
had been revealed.Hurried up to the centre bedroom to ask permission to enter ,
it was given .

The jesture that only Mrs.Beale could own was that of complete grace, as is
reflective of the very gesture shown, when Lois Wright had given Mrs.Beale a
memo pad for her dear birthday, Mrs.Beale was then 79 years of life.Christmas
had now arrived, with the gesture of a true aristocrat who had known great
luxury , and kept it close to her heart.

Each year no date chosen we shared our human family, three kindrid spirits from
each end of the social ladder , had embaarked on a tour of our lives , with a
celebration of simple dignity, and that of our freedom.

It has revealed its spirit more each passing year, for no one time could
reveal the joy of being alive.

A Merry Christmas to all, Grey Gardeners