I’ve spent the summer trying to drag the garden in my head out of my thoughts and into the little patch of land attached to the house we bought last year. In April I had dreams of babbling waterfalls tipping from the deck into the coy pond, honeysuckle and clematis flushed full of flowers, trees bowed double with glorious, ripe fruit, and every herb under the sun dancing drowsily in the sun. In reality things have worked out a little different.
The deck isn’t level, it’s sloped so that the water runs away, but not the right way. It runs inwards and puddles at the centre. This had led to rot and a rather worrisome, growing hole that requires extreme caution when trying to hang out the washing. Beside the deck, the pond is less than halfway done since August rains have put an end to many a bricklaying attempt. There’s no waterfall as of yet but we’re certainly pumping enough of the stuff out of the pond to try and keep things moving. I think the clematis might be dead but the honeysuckle did attempt a short show at the end of July, I suppose it’s establishing itself. Let’s not talk about the fruit trees. They’re just trees at the moment. Green and not much else.
A jungle garden
is wild, green and beautiful.
Here? Work in progress.
Haibun Monday has rolled around again and we’re going back to school with stories about our summers. Personally I’ve been trying to green my fingers and make the garden my own but gardening isn’t a quick project, it takes time. My herb garden is progressing well though. When the end of summer sales go up I’m going to buy some more planters and expand my collection. It turns out that they’re just as pretty as they are useful and fragrant.