|Frog Under Iris but Same Idea|
|Lion Amongst the Hearts|
world of gardens eighteen years ago when I acquired them (they came with the house) in their wild and audacious state, overcome by brambles. The only thing that grew in nice neat mounds were the dreaded dandelions, (that secretly I like but nonetheless fear when they get too close, or worse, settle themselves between the roots of a chosen specimen.)
In the early stages of gardening, it was rip, cut, and hack out the bad, patch it up with as much good as I could find cheaply; house renovations were going on in full swing so we did our best. Slowly, through the years, a happy mistake would happen, prodding me along and reminding me not to lose hope. I have twelve relatively large gardens around my house.
Sometimes I would listen to friends and family who gardened. I learned a lot from them and received many fine flower splices from their gardens, my most treasured are the peonies, heirlooms from my beloved neighbors. I have only bought one of my nine peony plants.
|Soon to Bloom!|
I turned page after page of English cottage garden books on many a hot day with a good cuppa in the shade. Probably my most helpful learning tool has been visiting gardens. Every year for the past ten, I go on a tour of hand spun gardens all over my city. I have learned that gardens are about desires.
|Grape Hyacinths Run Amok|
Every year I have a theme, partially to motivate me, partially to keep me on track. Last year's was, "rip out anything I don't love." I have learned this: you MUST do this BEFORE a flower forms, or you will not have courage. Fortunately, my ripped out plants get to live along my brook, or across it, so it helps me feel a little better about the ripping. Ripping may sound merciless, but sometimes it is just them and you, and survival of the fittest.
|Snapping turtle born in my garden 2007|