Greetings! Thank you for visiting Shiloh-on-Hampton, my garden on the web. My real garden, a postage stamp version of Eden, is also called Shiloh-on-Hampton. It's late summer as I write this, and the hydrangeas, pink turtlehead, and garlic chives flaunt themselves with abandon to the cicadas’ call. There are probably a few weeds and a shriveled leaf here or there, but I’m not looking that closely any more. This isn't a gardening blog, per se, although you will probably notice that when I do write, there is a preponderance of garden references! I don't consider myself a gardener, yet I feel as though I couldn't survive long on the planet without a garden in my life. So, when I moved into a new place two years ago, I promptly hired a talented gardener who could help realize my ideas within the close borders of the wooden fence. There is so much peace to be found in a garden, isn't there? And yet that the peace is dynamic, not static. A little chaos (have you seen the ...
Reflections from a peaceful place by Rebecca Newton Abbit