THE EDGE OF THE GARDEN (2011)

Brian (Rob Estes), a job-obsessed corporate man whose fiancée (Kelly Monaco) has just walked out on him, gets a lesson in love and loss when he buys a charming but rundown old cottage in the countryside of Maine. Brian soon figures out he isn’t so alone when strange things start happening: lights mysteriously flicker, voices echo through the halls, and, strangest of all, fresh bouquets of flowers appear around the house when the garden outside is neglected. Curious, Brian wanders down the garden path and finds the spirit of Nora (Sarah Manninen), a beautiful woman who is quite literally living in the past. Realizing they are living in the same house, fifty years apart, Nora and Brian form a special friendship. Can one man change a whole town’s history in a single moment? -The Hallmark Channel

Initial release: 14 May 2011

Director: Michael Scott

Screenplay: Duane Poole

Music composed by: Graeme Coleman

Producer: Harvey Kahn

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Time is a pretzel, according to the movie KATE & LEOPOLD.  Herbert George Wells talked about the TIME MACHINE.  In MOMENTS OF LOVE, a telephone connected two people in different eras. IL MARE/THE LAKEHOUSE had a mailbox connecting two people from different times.  So many other movies and TV shoes tackled space time continuum, QUANTUM LEAP and INTERSTELLAR included, so what does THE EDGE OF THE GARDEN have that is so special?

With a few minor goofs, this is a very, very beautiful movie.  We exist in this world because our parents met one way or another...a part of the grand plan, perhaps?  If our parents did not do anything to procreate us, then we wouldn't exist.

Of course, I am not talking about love.  Some of us exist due to sordid reasons, and whatever those reasons are, we are here because we have a mission in this earth.

This story goes beyond our capacity to understand why certain things happen in our lives.  If certain things did not happen, then our better half written on the palm of our hands wouldn't exist too.

I don't know about you, but I do stare at my palms from time to time, most especially if I deliberate about some things.  Depending on my decision, the lines remain the same or they become different. Of course, finger prints remain the same, unless something bad happens to our hands, like being scalded...burnt.

Rob Estes was once married to Josie Bissett.  If you read my stuff, you would know that I'm a MELROSE PLACE fan before it became TOO sleazy, at least for my taste.  Both of them were part of that series so we were happy for them.  Unfortunately, the marriage did not last.  Maybe, just maybe, they got together for Mason and Maya to exist.

Sorry. Not sorry.

Hey, we are talking about a movie that most of the viewers would call fantasy or macabre. Well, since this movie was shown on The Hallmark Channel, let's just call a fantasy movie with paranormal activity.

I like this movie.  I really do, and I'm so glad I got to see it.

The Glory of the Garden Rudyard Kipling

OUR England is a garden that is full of stately views, Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues, With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by; But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye.  For where the old thick laurels grow, along the thin red wall, You'll find the tool- and potting-sheds which are the heart of all The cold-frames and the hot-houses, the dung-pits and the tanks, The rollers, carts, and drain-pipes, with the barrows and the planks. And there you'll see the gardeners, the men and 'prentice boys Told off to do as they are bid and do it without noise ; For, except when seeds are planted and we shout to scare the birds, The Glory of the Garden it abideth not in words. And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose, And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows ; But they can roll and trim the lawns and sift the sand and loam, For the Glory of the Garden occupieth all who come. Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made By singing:-" Oh, how beautiful," and sitting in the shade While better men than we go out and start their working lives At grubbing weeds from gravel-paths with broken dinner-knives. There's not a pair of legs so thin, there's not a head so thick, There's not a hand so weak and white, nor yet a heart so sick But it can find some needful job that's crying to be done, For the Glory of the Garden glorifieth every one. Then seek your job with thankfulness and work till further orders, If it's only netting strawberries or killing slugs on borders; And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden, You will find yourself a partner In the Glory of the Garden. Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees, So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and pray  For the Glory of the Garden that it may not pass away! And the Glory of the Garden it shall never pass away !