The secret of a garden is not creating it, it is maintaining it……digging, weeding, planting, mowing, raking, sweating, swearing…yes, swearing….but after months of blood, sweat and tears, the gardener can stand back and admire the effort, it has taken to give it its dignity back. (yes EFFORT, or are some under the illusion that if you sit in the garden, under a tree, feet up, beer in hand and say ‘Oh, how pretty’ and it magically grows and sorts itself out?)
Once in full bloom, all those hurting muscles, bruises, blistered hands and aching back don’t matter anymore.
When you think your work is done…you double take, you spot a weed flower, proudly reminding you your work is never done, maintenance on a daily basis, regardless of the weather. Nature and weeds soon take over when they realize the gardener is absent.
All hurts and disappointments, my garden spade helps heal……
Gardens, wild or ‘tamed’ … never cease to amaze me… there is always a surprise waiting somewhere..
I was tidying up a customers garden and found a hidden gem under 6ft of over grown ivy, weeds and branches……
Once cut back and cleaned up, we found a pebble stream, even the wild life popped up….frogs and all 🙂 amazed that it had been uncovered and given a make over..
There is always something waiting to be discovered..
I actually ‘discovered’ a plant I can honestly say I have not yet seen here in the UK, until a couple of weeks ago….it’s stunning and in the past week has taken over the tree branches as well….meet the Akebia..
I love my job…no walls, no windows…no stress, no one shouting in your ear to finish up…just sun, air, freedom and oh, a bit of soaking from the rain, what more could a girl ask for .???