I began with an empty canvas, no rocks, no plants just a stained composite deck and unmanageable slopes. I hated the property. I was certain I would never have a garden to walk through. The pond and gardens I had lost in the flood were just a memory. Now that empty canvas is just a memory. I wake every morning to a bird’s-eye view (literally!) of the gardens.
I go to sleep every night dreaming of possible new vistas. I know it will never be complete, nor should it. A garden is forever changing. Walk with me now and enjoy this moment in the garden!
Steps to the woodland garden
Sum and Substance Hosta
An area that was once only raspberry canes is now planted with hostas, Ajuca, Ostrich ferns and Lamium