All winter I have been waiting, gathering thoughts, learning about native species, thinking about colour, height, flowering time, scent and more. I have never savoured the process of creating a garden this way before.
At last the sun has made a claim on summer for the Victoria Day weekend; my muscles may be complaining, but my soul feels sated with the pleasure of transformation. A day and a half of planting and a garden has emerged from our back yard.
There is, too, a sense of the garden that exists for now only in my vision of it, of an ongoing process of transformation to be wrought by nature in the months and years to come.
William Hancox Avenue - back yard, with door into garage (as it was when we bought the house)
Ready and waiting after our landscaping efforts last Fall (2010)
Newly planted, May 2011 Newly planted, May 2011 Newly planted, May 2011
(Click into any photo for a mini-gallery and to see a larger view)
I still have the planting at the front to do that we were unable to complete in the Fall, hence the remaining plant pots. And Paul wants to give the deck an additional coat of protection, but we are nearly there in time for summer!
Last year’s efforts on our front garden are already repaying the hard work with the pleasure of breakfast on the terrace, surrounded by tulips and narcissi, punctuated by fritillary.