I have moved to London yesterday night. When I awoke in the car, people were shouting "Abbey Road!" A surprise encounter with the street of Beatle legend brought me back to conscious life on arrival at London.
As I reflect on my stay in Cambridge, several things surge in me. Every time I revisit, I take home something valuable.
This time, my mental souvenir included a realization of the excellence of the art of gardening in the academic city.
I have been to the Trinity college premises many times, but until the last visit yesterday I did not explicitly realize the meticulous care with which the trees and plants are cultivated and maintained in the gardens, alongside the building walls, along the corridor.
Gee, what an excellent work of art! And high tech, too!
I asked the kind Trinity college Porter who was with us about the gardening in Trinity. "Yes, gardening in this college is excellent," he said. "There are 30 gardeners in this college. We have a new head gardener now. He is a superb man."
So I discovered that Trinity college excelled in the science of gardening, too. I suspect that the Trinity excellence in gardening reflects the general high standards of English gardening.
Thus we become the plant's best friend, with care and knowledge.
5 comments:
Dear Mr. Mogi,
I imagined the brilliant gardens at Cambridge.
The garden is a mirror to people's souls. The gardeners who have tended the gardens must be beautiful.
The Trinity excellent garden looks like Japanese quiet garden.
We really need to live in nature.
Dear:Mr.Mogi
I think that you are having refreshing time in U.K. So I am very glad. I seem to see garden in the academic city, U.K. I feel your eyes tender microscope.
I don't have like your eyes at all. Thank you very much
for giving me that kind of chance to see your beautiful range.
Ken I like your red shirt.
Dear Dr.Mogi-sensei,
I find gardening is one of the most essential jobs for human in the sense that it combines beautiful nature with artificial culture.
I myself would like to cultivate a flower garden inside me through my life.
Dear Mr. Mogi.
The newspaper is saying clouds of Ash.
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