A Japanese garden can make you feel small, in the best sense.
A crabapple tree curves high against the sky, yet is as painstakingly pruned and sculpted as a tabletop's bonsai, turning you into a furtive mouse. The first step onto the taiko-bashi bridge with its steep arc must be how an ant faces a fallen acorn.
Sitting in the Normandale Japanese Garden in Bloomington, its two acres begin to feel like an entire world. You contract to its scale. Even your thoughts become distilled, more focused, until you cease thinking at all, but only contemplate a willow's reflection on the pond, its surface occasionally rippled by koi.
This is just as it's meant to be.
"Nothing happens accidentally in a Japanese garden," said TJ Hara, whose late grandmother, Kimi Hara, was among the garden's founders.
For example, there's the particular crook that was coaxed into the trunk of a small tree on Crane Island. But Hara's words also describe the sorcery of scale that emerges through the traditional — and highly intentional — arrangement of plants, rocks and water.
For almost 38 years, the Normandale garden has cast its spell, nestled between the brick-and-glass buildings of Normandale Community College and an unexpectedly vast marshland in the middle of the state's fifth-largest city.
This weekend, the garden will host its first Japanese Garden Festival with drummers, dancers, musicians, archers, sword demonstrations and food. The Saturday event, coordinated by Hara, aims to reinvigorate fundraising efforts that fell by the wayside in recent years as the college began extensive renovations to its campus. The nearby construction work made the garden less tranquil, but also eliminated a space for the famed annual sukiyaki dinners that bolstered the budget. (Kimi Hara's recipe for the beef hot pot ended with the words: "Serves 1,000.")