I visited the Fabyan Japanese Garden, in Batavia, Illinois, this morning, and am still thinking about it–its beauty, its serenity, its greenness. The only sounds were the deep croaks of the bullfrogs. It had just rained, and the leaves shimmered with water droplets. I fell under the garden’s spell.
The fence is tied with traditional Japanese knots.
The garden was created in 1910 by an emigrant Japanese landscape architect named Taro Otsuka. With every step I took there was a new vista.
There are two bridges.
A close-up of the teahouse moon window.
The sound of the waterfall was as wonderful as its sight.
Every small detail was lovely.
It was time to go, with one last look at this beautiful garden. It was like a dream.
An old pond!
A frog jumps in–
the sound of water.