On a high ridge due south of Monadnock is my studio with a garden of white peonies, irises, hot pink honeysuckle, phlox, mostly perennials and lilacs composed along century-old cut granite walls that define the center of a mountain park, an unknown Emersonian idyll. The garden and lawns expand into fields and groves bounded on the west by rhododendron and laurel, before a forest sloping down. Half way along a meandering driveway, five tones of apricot and pure white honey-scented azaleas reach high and low among ferns around an old well by a gate. Between fern beds under white pines a wide grass path leads to a vernal pool. Wildflowers and blueberries rise through fields slightly to the east, beyond an orchard of memories of antique apple flavors. Francis White Emerson and William Emerson envisioned this summer retreat from Brattle Street about 1906 and planted the first peonies, lilacs, flowering shrubs, fruit and specimen trees. My parents were invited by their estate to become the stewards of the gardens and summit views and summer house (kitchen sink water ice cold from the hand pump). My son and I are the caretakers and gardeners today.