My gardening style is a reflection of who I am. It's natural. It’s imperfect. You will find as much of an appreciation for greens and mosses as for more showy colours and plants. You won't find checkerboard patterns and right angles but rather plants spilling into one another, but don't be fooled into thinking there is no design.
I patiently take a test-and-optimize approach since I am bound to create as many failures as successes.
I will forever be a student in the garden.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
When we first moved in on October 15th I knew I had little time and big goals...and as the days shortened so did my list, but the days somehow moved faster and with the possibility of snow in November more real than it had been for me in 15 years I let it define my priorities.
What could I not do after the snow fell?
Planting bulbs - once the money is spent on them it is a crying shame to not get them in the ground and I think we can all admit to having made that mistake.
Second on the list was my lasagna gardens - a big undertaking for my first fall - which I finished just in the nick of time.
Then of course there was weeding, the sooner I got rid of those things and their seed pods, the better.
Somewhere down the list was pruning the dead branches off the large fir trees, particularly the one on the street since it is so public. But one day when there were still bulbs to plant, gardens to build and weeds to pull I got out the ladder and saw, climbed pretty high (but not foolishly high, I hope) and rid the front tree of its lower dead limbs.
While it technically could have waited until after the snow, or even until the spring, they just seemed so obvious. Something I would notice right away elsewhere. A symbol.
So down they came.
And now when I look out at the beautiful snow covered yard?
I am very glad I made the time.
While having a plan and sticking to it is generally a great idea, sometimes you just have to strike when the spirit moves you.