I visited a Buddhist monk’s garden yesterday, I’m not sure if it qualified for that because it is huge, and he has it in 2 to 3 different locations but within a walking distance. Sometimes I wonder why people do what they do, this is more than a hobby, but I guess like most of us that we do what we do best. I love garden, and would love to go back when everything is ready for harvest.
What I love best are the persimmon trees, he has over 200 trees and the fruits are ready to be picked in mid to late September in our area, but he said that the birds usually are the first to eat them. I have one tree at home, but I’m not sure if it’d bear any fruit, if not, I know where to go where there are plentiful.
Above is one garden, whilst walking to another garden, I passed this Sala, I believe it is a place where the monks meditate, or might be just a resting place while working in the garden, I should have asked the monk.
The second and third garden.
Then he has this area that he chopped firewood.
I aked him why he planted so much, he said that he can’t sit still, just like today, he is having a celebration at his Wat (temple) for Visakha Puja, which is a Buddhist holiday that celebrates Buddha’s birth, enlightenment, and death, and after the ceremony, you can find him in his garden tilling the planting bed, and for those that love garden as much as I do, it is a sight, absolutely beautiful.