Soul

No matter what you toss into a garden it's very hard to go wrong. I find the nicest gardens are directly related to how much the owner puts into it.

I don't think a 'class' in garden design is enough...you need to have some passion, real honest to goodness heart. And only then will the soul emerge through your efforts.

So, the moral of this story is to simply... go for it! Plant what you love...in whatever you like...be it an old baby stroller or an old clothes dresser. Just do it ! Or you can always call me...

Results do take time, usually years, but it's always worth it in the end. And how successfull you have been is directly related to how often you find yourself strolling your own gardens.

This pic is from a garden bed in my backyard.

Some Twelve Years

It's a funny thing the way our hearts and minds work. What we assume we will miss about a loved one and what we actually end up missing are usually two very different things.

For example, when my mother passed away some twelve years back I knew I would miss our conversations.

But what really hit home...what really hammered me with the reality that she was gone was the moment I realized I would never again taste her Irish Soda Bread. Sounds strange I'll grant you that but it was the tipping point for me.

Sometimes it takes a while - days, months and maybe longer - to hit that tipping point but if you're human that day will come. It's all part of the process.

Here's another shot from within the backyard. This version is pre-pruned so it's a little scrubby looking.