We may have a lot of the same plants in common, but the presentation is entirely different. The peasant gardener's garden is the last garden on the list. Sometimes it doesn't even get on the list.
Twenty years from now I can see the Sisters walking home through the sunny utility meadow with a sack full of produce from the roadside vegetable garden in one hand, pulling weeds as they go. They are proving to be willing and capable weed pullers, even tackling the steel rooted Clematis virginiana. The wild place does not scare them.
A posh estate is not a vision I can foresee. I will always live half wild.
A fresh mowed path through the lush may have to suffice as the only touch of order that can exist in the wild place.
Planting, sowing, editing, visiting and sharing with The Sisters next door. The wild place will be a mighty fine estate.
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5 comments:
It doesn't matter how posh the estate. It is all in the heart of the matter. Your heart is huge so your estate is the best of all. Don'tcha jus luv em sisters.
Lisa The Sisters have been a mighty fine thing to have around for an entire lifetime.
I totally agree with Lisa at Greenbow. Sisters are nice but brother are too. I only had brothers, 3 of 'em. They pic on ya but they protect ya too.
I can't imagine anyone being afraid in the wild. It's gorgeous.
Home sweet home is always the best! (I wish the blog had a "like" button because I Like all the comments here! :) )
Quite frankly I am glad the posh estate owners have the foresight to employ a 'peasant gardener' and even have a garden, rather than the usual clipped yews and mow and blow service. I see you as a consultant professional who provides beauty in their lives!
It's kind of like a friend of mine who used to head the MA water and sewer system - when he asked a worker why he worked in the sewage tunnels literally shoveling sh*t, the gentleman replied, seriously, "I'm protecting the public health."
So there. (:
bev
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