|Lilacs, lilies of the valley, and bridal veil spirea. The white flowers are my favorites. Some, like the lilacs and lilies of the valley, were already here. Others, like hydrangeas and white climbing roses, we are adding.|
I have been longing to write a post about our gardens here at the new house, but as I told my friend Robin
recently, I have found myself silent in the face of how much it means to me to have gardens again. It is the single most important change in our lives since we moved, and I've needed time to process just how significant this change is. People who don't garden, or those who occasionally putter in the petunias, will think we're crazy, but Mr. Magpie and I can (and do) easily and happily spend entire days doing nothing but digging, clearing, weeding, planting, hauling, and digging some more. When we're not doing our jobs or spending time with family and friends, you can find us in the garden. Beware if you come to our house: chances are we will hand you a shovel, rake, or hoe and tell you to get going. This may seem rude or presumptuous, but we're not entirely lacking in social graces; we'll provide the sunscreen and the lemonade.
|I love discovering mushrooms in hidden spots in the garden.|
I know my friends who garden understand completely, especially those who have been deprived for a few years (or more) of even a small "bit of earth" (as Mary calls it in The Secret Garden) in which to plant a packet of seeds and a paper bagful of bulbs. Sure, if you are a gardener in your heart, you'll muddle through with a pot of thyme on the kitchen windowsill, a tomato or two on the balcony, an African violet on the coffee table, but as lovely as these are, they are all just a kind of making do until the day when you can once again dig into actual earth in all its wormy, loamy, dirty goodness.
And I love all the moments that make up gardening--the joy of the first radish tugged from the ground in spring (just had our first ones over the weekend) the glory of a perfect dahlia in August, the backbreaking work of preparing a brand-new bed for planting. I even love the failures, for from them I learn. And I learn from books, too, and videos, and websites. I study them for hours, researching the best plants for our acidic clay soil, looking up endless methods of staking indeterminate tomatoes, and scouring seed catalogs for native plants that the bees and butterflies and birds will love. I'll share a few favorite sources for knowledge and inspiration at the end of this post.
|A favorite corner against a stone wall in of one of the new beds: astilbe, goutweed, and heuchera in front of a venerable weigela that was already here, and that we love for its arching shape in the border.|
Mostly, though, I love watching the changes through the season. So many of them are measured in millimeters and inches over the course of several weeks, while others are show-stopping surprises, like a rose bud suddenly opening overnight to reveal a shade of coral I'd never known existed in the whole wide world. I wake up early with the cats in the morning, often before the sun has risen, and I sneak outside to watch the lawn turn silver in the first rays. Yesterday that meant I got to see the carpet of viburnum blossoms that had fallen during a rainstorm overnight. The front yard and steps were covered with lacy blooms, and truth be told, at 5 o'clock in the morning, I could have sworn they'd fallen just for me. Of course that was just an early morning fancy. In reality, I know they were making way for the red berries that will form and feed the birds, and thus the cycle will carry on with or without me, which is a fact that brings me an odd comfort. I'm just a caretaker, a watcher, and a waiter. I wait for the next seed to sprout, the next bud to form.
|Salad made with fixings from our garden and the farmers' market.|
With each change in the garden, I am changed, too. No ruler could measure it, but I sense it just as I do the nearly imperceptible shift in a row of lettuce from one day to the next . . . and then the next . . . until one day, before the dew has even dried, the leaves are ready.
Sending you all warm thoughts today. I know I have been away a great deal, and I've loved the emails from friends who've wondered where in the world I am. I promise, I'm right here in my garden, and I have much more to share.
P.S. Here are links to a few inspiring people and places (I have lots more that I'll mention in future posts):