There is a vision for what I desire the garden to be, although it constantly changes, the vision and the garden.
It should be peaceful and serene, yet exciting.
I want to be filled with anticipation upon stepping outside, but feel a calmness.
There is a time for working out there, dressed appropriately and gloved, and a time for sitting and studying what needs to be done to get closer to the vision.
Each day is different, never the same as the day, week, month or year before.
The vision shape shifts to correspond to the reality of weather and the whims of nature.
It is like painting on a moving canvas with colors that blend by themselves before the brush can be applied to the palette.
The seasons ebb and flow, causing colors and substance of growing things to weaken. But it’s still beautiful.
I still like to look at them.
Creatures inhabit a healthy garden.
They add movement, breathe life.
There are surprises, like the Fairegarden bred daylily, Number Twelve, reblooming after being dug, divided and replanted where a spent teasel had taken up space amongst the talls.
This garden is now two years old and the gardener is growing younger with the prospects of what is to come. Onward.