The essence of most of my posts have been about my garden. The only attribute the yard had when we purchased our home was potential for a garden. We saw beyond the mounds of pine straw, gravel, odd bricks, pieces of cement, weeds and random plants, and had a vision of what the yard could become.
My husband and I began yard cleanup in October. He removed a white fence that enclosed the patio, dug up weeds and overgrown Sago palms and unearthed an assortment of hardscape materials. We hired a tree company to remove 6 huge pine trees in the backyard and 6 overgrown Washingtonia Palm trees in the front.
We decided to work with a landscape company to remove the rest of the unwanted debris, grade the land and create walkways. In January 2016 I contacted the landscape company and the work began in May.
When we moved here in September I began reading garden books for the Southeast region and made lists of plants I liked. My planting zone here is 8; I was happy to discover some of the same plants I grew in zone 6 will grow here.
A garden does not happen, it evolves. The land and plants are nurtured and it develops over time. That’s the joy of gardening: Constant change.
Never for a moment do I doubt that everything is there, concealed, waiting for another spring.
~ Elsa Bakalar
A Garden of One’s Own
An early morning walk in the garden: a landscape of white on white. Listen to the silence of a world waking up to the dawn of day. Buddleia draped with crystals of ice, bow. Lace trimmed lilac bushes cling to promises of perfumed scents. Sepia twigs hold tight to buds waiting to unfurl. The snow covered ground embraces bulbs, anticipating spring’s warmth.
Crouch under tree boughs, let the snow caress you. Take notice of the small things; forgotten birds’ nests, faded roses, clinging vines; keepsakes of times remembered. Take joy in the gentle swirls of snow that encircle you. Drink in the peacefulness; no need to hurry, rest for awhile, breathe in the pleasure of the winter garden.
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