In the garden, as in life, endings and beginnings are easily confused, one for the other.
If you recall, last fall, my front yard ended like this.
The garden had been wounded. I was wounded.
But the ending was a beginning-in-disguise. The universe is a fecund, generous place. Manna from haven came this spring in the form of an anonymous gift certificate to repair the damage caused by the broken water main. I girded up my loins, and slapped a band-aid on the torn earth.
… in preparation for Christmas in May! Who doesn’t love the UPS man???
Two big boxes holding 100 potted and bare root plants finally arrive! Early Sunflower, Cardinal Flower, Fireweed, River Oats, Wild Geranium, Foxglove Beardtongue, Culver’s Root, Prairie Alum Root, Sweet Joe Pye Weed, Bottlebrush Grass, Brown Eyed Susans, Bradbury’s Monarda, Palm Sedge, Short’s Aster, Wild Bearded Iris, Large-Leafed Aster. Just enough to fill an irregular, horseshoe-shaped 10′ x 10′ bed…
Year-One of the shade meadow: a beginning that came disguised as an end. What better way to learn this lesson than in the garden?