Nathan and Jill’s* newly-renovated “place in the sun” includes a covered portico and an upgraded patio that ties into a solar-paneled hot tub shelter. Bouldered steps lead to a second solar-paneled structure on the hillside adjacent to a waterfall garden and campfire space. In this beautiful place surrounded by wildflowers (in season) and incredible vistas (in every season), Nathan and Jill and their loved ones can relax and savor the glories of sunshine and sunset, all while storing solar energy for use in their home.

If this idea resonates with you, talk to us (717-653-1273). We’d love to partner with you to fulfill your unique garden dreams.

Joyfully shared by Betty Hanselman

Gardener’s wife (& & sun savorer)

*Names were changed to protect our clients’ privacy.

“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”

~ Lauren DeStefano

Gladly shared by Betty Hanselman

Gardener’s wife (& fall fanatic!)

The splash and play of water cascading over rock is exhilarating and refreshing, no matter where you find it–along a woodland trail, or in your own private garden!

This year, before the snow flies, why not go looking for some falling water of your own?

(Photos: Falling water in Franconia Notch State Park, New Hampshire, and in private gardens throughout Central Pennsylvania)

Joyfully shared by Betty Hanselman

Gardener’s wife (& falling water fan!)

Your death, near now, is of an easy sort.
So slow a fading out brings no real pain.
Breath growing short
Is just uncomfortable. You feel the drain
Of energy, but thought and sight remain:

Enhanced, in fact. When did you ever see
So much sweet beauty as when fine rain falls
On that small tree
And saturates your brick back garden walls,
So many Amber Rooms and mirror halls?

Ever more lavish as the dusk descends
This glistening illuminates the air.
It never ends.
Whenever the rain comes it will be there,
Beyond my time, but now I take my share.

My daughter’s choice, the maple tree is new.
Come autumn and its leaves will turn to flame.
What I must do
Is live to see that. That will end the game
For me, though life continues all the same:

Filling the double doors to bathe my eyes,
A final flood of colors will live on
As my mind dies,
Burned by my vision of a world that shone
So brightly at the last, and then was gone.

~ Clive James (Australian essayist and journalist, written in 2016 during the final stages of his fight with terminal cancer)

Shared by Betty Hanselman

Gardener’s wife (& mindful of the fleeting beauty of this life)