Spending time in gardens has become commonplace for me, not to say that I ever feel a lack of passion or interest for the gardens I visit, for they are one of my favorite places to be.
My own little garden patch has been the recipient of much thought, care and love over the past 15 years or so. Even longer, when you consider that some of my perennial flowers and herbs came as transplants from even older gardens that I kept in a different place and time.
When I look out at the collection I've amassed, I can't help but be aware of history...this antique lilac with the delicate, blue tinted blossom came as a bit of root from my sister, who was living in a very old house by the sea at the time. The tri-colored willow that has grown to fill a corner of the garden circle came to me as a Mother's Day gift from my husband and children some years back. These common day lilies by the rock wall were dug with a friend from around an old, abandoned cellar hole in the days before I had ever visited a plant nursery. Almost every plant I see out there brings to mind a story.
Today I started the process of removing last years debris from the perennial beds...yes, the new green shoots are under there! I am engaged and elated once again! Don't the crocuses look pretty? Thanks to David, http://blackwoodflute.blogspot.com/for taking some of these lovely pics!
|The day lilies are up.|
|That's me on a bad hair day...|
|There they are! The future flowers of the summer garden!|
|Some things just need to be pulled out by hand...the garden arch you see in the background is only there until I find a permanent location for it.|
|So much debris for the compost pile...|