At last! As I write this, I am at long last sitting at the table in my 'garden' at our new house. It is lovely. We moved in early July, and between weather (horribly hot) and neighbors (who were having their patio redone--which meant a 4-week long parade of workmen and wheelbarrows trundling through my patio each morning) there has not been a quiet morning to carry my tea and my laptop outside and sit, listening to morning noises and making a few of my own clickety-clicks on the keyboard.
Today is all clear blue sky and cool breezes. While I have yet to figure out exactly what the patio will look like (there ARE no planting beds to speak of, so container gardening is all I will be able to do, unless I enlist my own parade of workmen to alter this brick box...) I have a fountain and several large pots of green things and flowers, three trellises, a bench and some chairs and a table. Also a few sturdy weeds popping out from between the bricks, but what are weeds if not reminders that there is no such thing as perfect?
I do have visions, just as I have for the house. Some of those have been put in place, others will wait for a while, percolating until their outlines solidify. For now, I am happy with some quiet time in a friendly place without interruption: my garden.
Evidence of Life
is coming into focus now.
The weed-packed concrete boxes
that crown the wall
will have to come down.
Planted with lavender or rosemary
like spokes around the wheel
of the fountain’s base,
they will anchor a garden
of herbs and annuals,
an oasis of green in that brick desert.
My geraniums already blaze
on the table and in pots
on the trellises that flank my bench.
Purple petunias explode
from the urns in the corner,
and holly bushes guard the gate.
My lamb curls up behind the impatiens
and bunnies hide amid the leaves.
The stone garden god waits on the chair
for his throne to be established,
and for the first time since we arrived,
today
I see a bumblebee.
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