Once again I find myself with the task of scouting out possible gardens for a garden tour. And once again I am seeing things never seen before, places I have only heard about and never found the time to visit, places that are right in my own backyard.
There are perils and rewards for nudging yourself out of your own mundane routine.
Four years of gardening in the wilderness and the garden to be is still in a conceptual phase as tiny trees and shrubberies settle in and begin to grow while competing with the wild things. I visit mature gardens and lament the slow pace of my own efforts. If only I could devout all my time to gardening on the mountaintop.
Such wide paths. I must have wide walkable paths.
Easier said than done on my steep and undulating terrain. I have the space for nice wide paths. I just don't have the flat.
A wealth of ideas and the chance to meet happy fellow gardeners rewards my efforts.
I lived on a lush tropical island for a long time filled with botanical splendors. Gardens grew at a pace unimaginable here. It was an island far away from my horticultural peers as well. It is a good thing I can't and don't spend all my time on the mountain top gardening in solitude.
In search of gardens I am finding a new happiness I haven't known so much before in all the fellow gardeners I meet along the garden path.