In the beginning of the newest, and we hope the very last incarnation of the Fairegarden, click here for the pictorial post of the traumatic move …
there began the creation of a new backyard garden in the blank slate of mown crabgrass lawn with a truckload of planting mix dumped into a pile. It was six cubic yards of goodness.
First there was dirt, then there were plants unceremoniously stuck into that dirt. Hosta ‘White Feather’, assorted daylilies with dislodged tags and some Hydrangea arborens ‘Annabelle’, all looking very sad for it was the middle of a droughty east Tennessee August.
Time marches on and more plants were added to the nursery bed. A sprinkler was set up to try to keep these small bits of treasured friends alive until proper beds could be constructed in the seemingly distant future. The menagerie of garden art and accoutrements was stacked willy nilly out of the way, including the dear blue chairs.
A project was begun in the back garden after many renovations were hammered out inside the house. It had great potential for inducing happiness in a sad gardener missing the fall show in her beloved former masterpiece.
Some days were more exciting than others. The concrete truck barely fit between the houses and could not get through the gate of the dilapidated fence. Strong men would have to wheelbarrow the heavy mix in the mud to the framed base, for there had been torrential rains for several days that delayed the pour. At least the nursery of plants did not need the sprinkler running to keep their thirsts quenched.
The sun came out just at the right time for the spreading of the concrete by two dedicated workmen, Tom on the left and Joe on the right. Did I mention that it was muddy?
A frame sprung up, and it was good.
There were portals to gaze out upon the garden and allow light into the structure, using the salvaged windows that were removed from the previous house because they had clouded up.
There was an old door from the contractor’s shop that would give character to the new shed. Tears of joy ran down my face when Tom and Joe showed it to me.
Walls, a roof and support posts for the small porches were added. The vision was becoming a reality.
There was priming and painting. The original color, Sherwin Williams Foggy Day was much too blue and not the desired dark grey at all. A quick run to the paint store for a gallon of solid black that was added to the two gallons of Foggy Day already poured into the sprayer bucket saved the day. Black Fog turned out to be the perfect color.
Some leftover fourteen year old paint of Dorcester Green was just right for the trim around the door and windows. More colors were planned but art is knowing when to stop. The little Fairegarden bench, click here for it’s birth story, just fit under the two foot overhang in front. Tom hung the large Westminster wind chime at the corner. It just fit as though the space had been made for it. The roof extension on the left side provides a workspace for a potting bench out of the hot sun and sometimes rain.
Benches and plants were moved inside, just in time as the first frost was looming in the weather forecast. The orchids and tender annuals that were to be mother plants for cuttings were safely ensconced in the sun warmed space when the cold hit.
Tool racks were hung inside to hold the shovels and forks. Outside, some décor has been attached. Large rocks were used to make an entryway that was less muddy. My grandmother’s wrought iron seating set looks right at home in front. Gravel will be added at some point to make a small patio there. The wire trough planter at the bottom of the picture is sitting on the deck railing. A deck post can just be seen at the bottom of the image, as well. This is the view from the deck that is located right outside the kitchen. The shed is to be the focal point as the garden beds are made and planted around it.
It is gratifying to have made this progress towards the vision. Bees and butterflies have been visiting the nursery bed. Aster tataricus ‘Jin Dai’ did not fail to bloom despite being moved at the worst possible time. In the opening shot of this post, a newly purchased Eupatorium ‘Little Joe’ also gave succor to pollinators. It is now time for a little rest.
There are many projects to come. Contractors have been contacted. They have come to the house and listened to my plans. They will work up estimates that are acceptable to us both. Then there is scheduling. Nothing happens fast enough for my liking, but we are trudging onward. Stay tuned for more to come.