A Blank Slate
The side garden, before–completely neglected and overgrown. I just never could get interested in this space. It only gets morning sun thanks to the shadow our house casts, and because it’s by the kitchen door, that’s where the recycling and worm bin goes. Not our most attractive moment.
And the same garden, taken from the gate at the back:
What now? I suddenly realized that this long, narrow, enclosed space was the perfect place to plant a garden related to my next book. (No hints!) So I hired a teenager to help clear it out. He dug up quite a bit of the lamium near the front, but I’ve got to brag and say that I hacked away at quite a bit of it myself, transplanted the calla lilies and colombines and whatever else was worth saving, and the result is a lovely, blank slate that I will continue to hoe and rake and work compost and fertilizer into until the tranformation begins…
where did that statue come from? it was completely buried.