When I was a kid, we moved 15 times by the time I was 16. Or maybe it was 16 times by the time I was 15. No matter — you get the point. As I grew older, I kept moving, not really understanding that I didn’t know how to settle down in one place. Then, in the fall of 2020, I discovered that the Hamptons community during COVID-19 was not the type of community I wanted to be part of. I moved to Maine on a whim. Wiscasset, Maine.
Christine--It's a beautiful garden, from what I see! A little wild, most definitely fragrant and fetching, particularly for butterflies (how wonderful, they make everything better) and slowly taking a more definite shape that's even more beautiful--literally, a (your!) vision of loveliness!
I am a terrible gardener; I love to look at them, sit in them smell them, but have no patience for the earth grinding that's necessary to bring forth the loveliness. The one time I planted hostas just after we bought our house 27 years ago, I woke up three days later and they had all been hacked to the ground by hungry deer. That was kind of it for me. I do have a very nice cactus that seems to like me, though.
I love your garden...at least the snippet that shows. I have always said that covering the earth with concrete and asphalt seals it off from contact with our souls. There is nothing (other than cooking) that makes me happier than gardening, although our shady lot makes growing much a bit of a challenge,