Too much thinking...
Cat and Dog Friends
There's a danger in overthinking a garden development, when there's just one of you (i.e. just me). Too much thinking takes time away from the real issues, like weeding. Too much squinty visualisation and analysis pulls focus away from soil maintenance and mulching. And too much thinking makes a simple task seem difficult.
Talking to myself...
Today I took my own advice, stopped thinking, weeded some more, spread fifteen bags of horse manure, and started laying mulch over this. Achieved much, but still couldn't resist some squinty visualisation. Wondered if the new garden needed a focal point, a reason for it to be a destination. Here's my short list of ideas :
- A children's playhouse.
- A large statue - maybe of a goblin?
- A huge pot filled with - yet another Phormium?
- A memorial for the lambs buried here last spring.
Too silly! Perhaps I should just settle for a garden bench? So I planted a quince tree that my friend gave me, and made the preparatory path go a bit further. And I thought (just couldn't help myself) about my voucher, and adding to the list a shiny multi coloured metal rooster I could buy for $40. I also thought (sensibly) about shifting in some spare Agapanthus.
Much, much later...
We have just won the cricket test match inside four days. Yeay for New Zealand! The commentator on the radio have been good company. And I am pleased to report a sense of calm achievement, keeping the new garden natural, resisting the urge to install a statue of a shepherdess. My new path makes sense, I've spread all the horse manure, split a green Phormium into pieces, and replanted chunks into gaps between the pretty flowering Lychnis plants.
New Path in the newly Weeded Garden
And the irrigation reaches further than I thought. So I am really, really happy. Tomorrow I hunt around the property for mulch. I could buy some Choisya ternata shrubs - they're really tough, evergreen, and beautiful in spring flower (and sometimes in autumn too).
There are some new flowers in the gardens at the moment, photographs of which are filling up this journal page. The rose Munstead Wood, after sulking for weeks, has suddenly burst forth - better late than never? What strange timing. Crepuscule is on its second flowering flush - such a beautiful rose.
Much more enjoyable that thinking and worrying about a new garden area! Keep it simple, sister!