Site of the Willow Tree Garden
Some days I'm bit garden lazy. I stop working after one or two hours and mooch off. And I'm not very impressed with myself. I need to do better! I tell myself off. And where are all these 'me' sentences leading? A carthartic 'me' moment, I'm afraid!
Early Photos from 1999
I've been gardening here for over twenty years, so its been a rather long term (and seemingly endless) gardening project. Easy to forget what I started with. Aha! Some very early garden photographs have just been scanned. They were taken in 1999 - a strip of land over the water race was being cleared of its gorse hedge and double row of shelter Eucalyptus trees.
The views in the pictures are amazing. Because they are full of mess, and piles of gorse, and rough paddock grass, and absolute nothingness garden-wise. They are a complete garden blank.
WIllow Tree Garden
Site of the Hen House Garden
But my hands were cold, so I threw everything in a heap, promising to sort it all tomorrow. Oops. Turned to plod back to the house, feeling awfully guilty - not really a good day's work. Hadn't measured up at all.
The Hen House Garden
Then I looked up at the huge Oak trees and a colourful Maple, and back along the borders. I thought of all the winding paths edged in river stones, the native evergreen shrubs, the beautiful rhododendrons and camellias, the ornamental Dogwood trees, the roses...
Site of Middle Garden
And I thought to myself - wow! Amazing! I dug all these gardens with a spade. A spade! Just me. One woman, one spade. Or was it a shovel? Hey - same thing! And I cleared all the mess and burnt it. I can remember it taking weeks and weeks, and Non-Gardening Partner laughing at me, thinking I could do it in one day.
And I weeded this huge area on my hands and knees. Just me. The ten fingers and two hands of me. No chemicals, no tricks, just me with my diggers and scrapers. And maybe a rake? Can't remember a rake. But there must have been a rake.
Site of the Dog-Path Garden
And I planted everything. Every tree, every shrub, every rose. I dug all the planting holes. I bucketed water on the plants before the big irrigation went in. Wow. Pretty good, I reckon.
The Dog-Path Garden
It was amazing. And so was I. And I still am. And I never wasn't. Ha! This is my cathartic 'me' moment. Finding twenty year-old photographs.
The Site of Duck Lawn
An afterthought : It's usually rather non-cathartic when one finds twenty year-old pictures of oneself. How much younger, unblemished, wrinkle-free, clear-skinned, pretty, interesting, sexy, lively etc. one looks! Aargh!
Duck Lawn and Beyond