I tend to draw grandiose plans then walk my gardens and realize I have half the room I thought I did AND it already has lots of plants! I recognize the reality of Object Permanence in every other facet of life, except my garden beds.
Now that I remember I have full beds (that obviously still need some new friends and rearranging), I scratch my head and try to remember, 'What did I do last year?'
What new friends did I bring home, dig out of my mother's forest, my friend's yard or the local nursery? Why do my beds look so different from all my drawings?
oh yeah.... I know why,
BECAUSE I NEVER STICK TO THE PLAN!
My own fault. I get anxious, can't find the specimen plant I need to make the grouping work, then I go on a garden walk, get a new idea, see something on sale and - BOOM - there is a new plan! This new plan does not get drawn out and dated, because, I think to myself, it's so perfect, of course I will remember it.
It's March, and I have no idea what the plan is.
So I will go back and try to conjure my inspiration.
2018 brought with it many changes, some were expected and some were violently abrupt. My mind and emotions were scattered and taught with tension. My birthday fell just at the tail end of my eldest daughters wedding. It was a beautiful event, and was difficult to pull off (the custom ordered wedding cake arrived in shambles and had to be re-ordered and made in less than 24 hours, secretly!).
As a sweet gesture, one of my daughters thought I needed a walk through a garden. She pulled her best friend, my mom and me together and we drove 4+ hours to a Olbrich Botanical Garden in Madison, Wisconsin.
It was lush and serene and inspiring. And just what I needed
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