It was a coming together of people, plants, and pond life in our reimagined log cabin universe. It was an all-outdoor declaration of love and an occasion for my long-time girlfriend Troy and I to seal the deal with a ring.
It was our Big Day in the Country. And we’d been planning a pond-side wedding (and I’d been weeding the plantings) for months.
I had plans to write a post to unveil my new two-year old garden. It was going to be whimsical, poetic yet measured, with a splash of horticultural detail to bring life to the inner story.
Well, scrap all that.
Instead, I woke this morning and walked down to the pond to find that my garden had been transported to another dimension.
Suspended in a halo of fog, the plants beckoned forth in perfect stillness, and I stood there, spellbound.
It feels like forever since I’ve been able to post photos of an actual garden of my own.
There’s been ceaseless rain in a cool extended spring, helping my young woodland garden find its feet. I’ve been planting up adjoining areas and getting busy with my Dutch hoe while watching this section burst to life.
