My secret garden or why my garden is not well-kept
I talk of a real garden here—my garden, a place for me to rest, to see flowers, birds and butterflies, to read in.
Years ago, before my time, it was a well-kept garden.
There was a lot of grass and some bushes, and that was it, easy to maintain, well kept.
Because I like flowers, i tried this and that, some things thrived and others died and it was never the garden I planned in the beginning.
I never planted the clover and the moss that creeped into the grass. In the beginning, I tried to fight it, but suddenly I began to understand that the garden won life trough it. There suddenly were bees and little flowers in the grass.
I despised roses in the beginning. They seemed like plastic flowers to me. But then I discovered the old roses, roses who did the one thing a rose to my mind should do : they smell. All the roses in my garden have different smells.
I have plants I never planted, but I like them. I even like dandelion, even if I have to fight it every year.
There will be dandelion anyway. A bit of fighting is necessary, because else the garden would have only dandelion.
I took my gardening philosophy a bit from “the secret garden” from Burnett and a bit from chinese and japanese gardens, including new plants, if they take root, only rooting out the ones that try to overtake the garden or that I know are poisenous.
This year, because of clima change, a lot—even the big tree I love so—has to go. I don´t know which flowers will thrive next year. I wait and see.
I know this: in the oh so well kept gardens in my childhood there were no sweet smells and nothing was allowed to grow, if it was not planted in that exact place.
Let the new seeds, that fly in, place to grow. Don´t root them out, because they are not what you expected.
A garden can be too well kept to be a living, thriving thing.
My secret garden or why my garden is not well-kept
I talk of a real garden here—my garden, a place for me to rest, to see flowers, birds and butterflies, to read in.
Years ago, before my time, it was a well-kept garden.
There was a lot of grass and some bushes, and that was it, easy to maintain, well kept.
Because I like flowers, i tried this and that, some things thrived and others died and it was never the garden I planned in the beginning.
I never planted the clover and the moss that creeped into the grass. In the beginning, I tried to fight it, but suddenly I began to understand that the garden won life trough it. There suddenly were bees and little flowers in the grass.
I despised roses in the beginning. They seemed like plastic flowers to me. But then I discovered the old roses, roses who did the one thing a rose to my mind should do : they smell. All the roses in my garden have different smells.
I have plants I never planted, but I like them. I even like dandelion, even if I have to fight it every year.
There will be dandelion anyway. A bit of fighting is necessary, because else the garden would have only dandelion.
I took my gardening philosophy a bit from “the secret garden” from Burnett and a bit from chinese and japanese gardens, including new plants, if they take root, only rooting out the ones that try to overtake the garden or that I know are poisenous.
This year, because of clima change, a lot—even the big tree I love so—has to go. I don´t know which flowers will thrive next year. I wait and see.
I know this: in the oh so well kept gardens in my childhood there were no sweet smells and nothing was allowed to grow, if it was not planted in that exact place.
Let the new seeds, that fly in, place to grow. Don´t root them out, because they are not what you expected.
A garden can be too well kept to be a living, thriving thing.