My garden has been in the making for many years. The day I moved in I had a rough plan, a layout and a few ideas as to what it would look like. The outline plans have changed a little over time, but fundamentally I stuck to my original ideas and 12 years later I finally got to realise those day-dreamy sketched out plans.
The view from the back doorstep
I had a vision of a winding path, a tree providing dappled shade, favourite plants giving structure, seats dotted around for the gardener and visitors to sit and relax, a table big enough for a coffee pot and cups, with climbers scrambling over the cobbled walls, oversize pots breaking the beds up, using colour blocks to play with light, structure and senses.
Looking at the deck and the deck bed and pots
I wanted to create a garden for all seasons. A garden that comes from the heart and mind. A garden for the senses. A garden that can’t be seen all in one quick glance; I have to move around the garden to see and feel it all.
Looking to the left
I shared my back doorstep view with you in May, just as the garden had had its makeover. It was all looking so, well so thoroughly new – teeny tiny plants, huge gaps showing the dark brown soil, a few pots tentatively dotted about to break it all up. A freshly painted back wall – you can’t forget the Margorelle Blue can you? A newly laid crushed shell path. Lots of clean sharp lines. A garden waiting to fill out.
Looking to the right
5 months have passed and time and nature have softened those edges, filled in the gaps, hiding the soil from view. The plants have done their work – they have softened and brightened, grown and died back.
Zooming in on the right
It still has a way to go. Any garden does. It has many years of settling in, of tweaking and adjusting. Making changes over time. Growing.
It is after all a garden in the making.