The Romance of Possibility
In his garden every man may be his own artist without apology or explanation. Here is one spot where each may experience the "romance of possibility." Louise Beebe Wilder
My body is not so young any more, but when I walk outside and breathe in the fresh spring air and let my eyes wander across the garden, my mind rolls with possibilities. It is a new beginning, and it doesn't matter that a rabbit ate all the pansies in the lady garden last fall or that I have two dead dogwood trees in the woodlands. I am dreaming of new projects, some immediate and some far into the future, wishes only, but who knows what can happen with time and effort and an unexpected influx of cash!
I am fortunate to have lived in the same place for over a quarter of a century. I have worked my land less than it has worked me, but while a lot of changes are inside the psyche of who I am, the garden is visible to the world. Old dreams fulfilled. The garden still has plenty of wild, rough edges, but there is so much potential!
From the patio, here is today's view across the front garden:
Another part of the front garden near the patio:
If one stands on the road and looks into the main part of the front garden, one has a good view of some of the Japanese maples:
It's hard to get myself inside the house, when the world is so wondrous outside. Is that a good enough excuse for not doing housework?
While most of the daffodils finished blooming a few weeks ago, a few late comers are flowering here and there. I can't tell you the names of any of my daffodils! The daffodil in the top photo was here when we moved in. It is lovely but the stems can't hold its floppy head up. I purchased all the others as part of a group for naturalizing, and they were not individually identified:
There are lots of other flowers blooming:
And spring couldn't be spring without the birds and the bees. Isn't that what it's all about?
Lots of people comment on how beautiful the garden is, but, of course, they see only the results. They don't see all the dead stuff. I hope that when people get to know me, they see something lovely, too, not the rotten junk that happened along the way. I want people to see the good results and know that, if they notice some rough edges, there are still lots of possibilities. No matter how old I am!
Happy Spring! Deborah