I know I shouldn't be letting myself imagine the garden in the house we are buying. And I say buying, not bought, because it's not ours yet. Not yet. So I shouldn't be thinking of the little pink and white flowers that could tumble down the wall at the front, or the lavender bushes I could plant at the side of the path. I shouldn't be picking out perennials, annuals, shrubs for the patio. The bird table by the kitchen window, the bird box. And I certainly shouldn't be planning the raised beds at the sunny end of the garden, by the gate into the woods; the potatoes in buckets, tomatoes, aubergines, peas, beans, blueberries, rhubarb, cabbage...
And me in the sun. Digging and weeding and planting, dirt under my nails (maybe even a robin sat on my spade, maybe I could tame him and we could be friends? He could sing to me)
Oh seed catalogue, your full colour spreads and descriptions full of promise, look what you've done...
Patience.
4 comments:
they are the joy of every winter arm-chair gardener!
I subscribe to an Australian catalogue called The Diggers' Club and about 4 times a year the most delectable magazines arrive in the mail with flowers, trees, shrubs and best of all, gloriously coloured heirloom vegetables. I can't wait to start our new veggie garden when we move in a few weeks. I also collect frangipani trees and have about 10 waiting to go in the new garden. They are bravely flowering in their pots at the moment so I imagine they'll love to go in the ground. You'll have such a great time in your new garden, it's worth waiting for.
I got a wonderful visual out of that post...of leafy branches radiating from a seed. Those wellies are an extraordinary shade of blue, I don't know if I have seen it before.
but you have got to have a dream, as they say in South Pacific, "If you don't have a dream, then how you gonna have a dream come true?"
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