For years, I longed for a garden of my own. And now that I have one, I don’t know what to do with it.
I suspect that this property was once owned by people who loved to garden. After all, someone built this potting shed.
But I also suspect that it has been years since the garden and trees were properly tended. Most of the yard is now quite shady, with large patches of moss or of bare dirt.
The seed packets in the potting shed increased my suspicion. Look at the dates!
I have loved gardens all my life. I love visiting them, I loved helping Mom in hers, I love reading about them.
But I don’t actually have much gardening experience. I don’t know how to determine microclimates, or trim trees, or lay a walkway. I wish Mom were here to walk the yard with me and point out all the things that would be obvious to her.
I wish she were here to see it, period.
I’m afraid to do it all wrong.
So for now, I am researching. Some of it is fun, like poring over seed catalogs and daydreaming about all the plants that I want to buy. Some of it is tedious, like pricing replacing our falling-down fence. A lot of it is intimidating.
But this yard is full of surprises.
All over the place, tulip and daffodil and iris leaves are popping up. I haven’t seen the yard in spring, but neighbors tell me we have beautiful tulips and peonies on the way.
And yesterday morning, I saw my first blooms of 2018.
These lovely purple crocus blossoms feel like a bit of encouragement from this garden in need of love.