Fortunately, life worked out
in such a way last spring that I was able to take the summer off. What a fabulous treat that was! I fully expected to immerse myself in
vegetable gardening, which I did. But I was
not prepared for the unbridled zeal with which I approached the expansion of
the flower gardens.
It began with the removal of
the blemish on my land; the above-ground pool that sat a mere 5 feet from my
back door. It was ugly (to me). It was an energy-hog. It required the
constant use of toxic chemicals to keep it clean. It blocked the view of our chicken area and
our woods, and I hated it with an all-consuming passion! Thankfully, some friends of ours feel more
kindly toward pools than I do, and dismantled it and hauled it away for their
own use.
Its removal, however, left a
rather large, sand-filled pit in the middle of my backyard. Just filling this hole
with grass seemed so uninspired. I sat
out on the back steps with Nora one day, looking at the pit in the middle of
our sparsely planted, roughly 3- acre backyard, and felt completely overwhelmed
by it all. But Nora, as she often does,
talked me off the ledge. She suggested
that I view the yard in sections – potential garden rooms, if you will – rather
than as one large, overwhelming expanse.
I followed her advice (which I so often do). Within a month, the immediate space around
the patio and off the back steps was transformed into a butterfly garden and our
circular garden.
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