Gardens are Organic
Gardens are organic. I don't necessarily mean that to define chemicals or no chemicals, but I mean organic in its constant evolving nature. Every garden has a story that is developing because of the people who touch it. It is like the quantum physics concept that everything that has been touched by a vibrating wave of energy will be forever changed by it.
My garden is like that. I have walked its length and breadth since 1986 and the past present and future are tied into every rustling leaf, every bird that lands, every cat that walks through it and is evident in every raccoon dug-hole. It is as if the story teller never ceases spinning yarns.
I like that. Even in the winter I still can view my garden from my office window. I enlarged the window and placed my computer at an angle towards it. I just have to let my eyes turn to the left, hardly moving my head and the whole story is evident.
Being a bit of an eccentric gardener I like colourful objects to decorate the flower beds in summer and the lawn in winter. When the snow falls I look out of my window and measure it by how far up the bicycle wheels it comes.
In spring time the visitors arrive undisturbed as I look out on their space. My dreams and plans turn into reality as I implement the changes I have planned for the garden.
The garden's ever evolving nature is a reflection of course of my ever evolving self. The garden has many stories to tell about me; the first veggie patch; the year of the new patio and the year I started putting bicycle in my dahlia bed.
The time I decided that lawns were to be replaced by stones, rocks and pebbles.
The three years it tool to finally remove all the grass from the front garden. Then there was the year we built the inukshuk. Then the years of preparation and creating the biggest of all projects - building a pondless waterfall.
I shall stay in this house with its garden for as long as it is realistic for me to do so. The garden will always be a reflection of who I am any given year. What gratitude I have in the knowledge that through a garden I can express the essence of me without words. How grateful I am that gardens are forgiving and there is always next year if one makes a mistake. Ah there are no mistakes, only lessons to learn. And so the story is told.



