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 2011Newly planted, May 2011Newly planted, May 2011
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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.
First year bulbsA great, sunny spot for breakfast First year bulbsFirst year bulbs
We are enjoying a glorious, sunny Victoria Day weekend here in Toronto.
Probably the one thing we haven’t done since we arrived is to just ‘chill’ around our home. After too long doing too many wonderful things, we decided we needed a rest cure. What I can’t quite get over is really being able to feel as if we are on holiday whilst staying at home!
Yesterday’s long, lazy brunch at Quigleys on Queen Street gave way to an afternoon on the Balmy Beach, which more than lived up to its name!
A cool breeze comes up off the water as the never-crowded shore plays host to beachcombers, a guitarist on the rocks, canoeists, games of volleyball. . . In the background there is a gentle but ceaseless flow of promenaders along Boardwalk. Further back again, in the shade of trees now summer-green, cyclists and roller-bladers make speedier progress along the Martin Goodman trail.
Paul in hammock on our balcony
This morning we breakfasted on our balcony, looking out at the trees and gardens of the street behind our house. Paul is now ensconced in the hammock. Later we will head for the beach again, taking an evening pic-nic with us. Tonight the skies over Ashbridge’s Bay will explode with multi-coloured stars in Celebration of Canada’s historical and current ties with Britain.