Smell your garden at this time of year. Walk softly through the areas you've cultivated and see what senses are touched. The aroma of the forest is not to be believed, a calming nectar I like to think. Damp underfoot, always no shoes, feet solidly sinking into the ground.
Have lived here 5 years now, now understand the lay of the land, the house, where the feng should meet the shui. Shadows, Takes awhile, I know. We've been
Wrestling with "a deck". Have been for a while. Finally realized that I don't want "a deck". Sustainable wood? Don't know. I'd like a small platform coming out of the house (cedar?), my concession to smooth, even surfaces, and joining to the 2 back doors - soon to be painted in minimalist polka-dots.
Add barnboard shelves within this L, reaching high. So many treasures, each with a story. The putting of a treasure on view reminds us of love. It has somehow touched our heart, or someone whom you love. Usually it has a history, the history adding depth to your life lived, bespeaks of experience. Prompts teen discussions even!!, imparting history, wisdom, and oh, those golden nuggets!
Fanning gracefully out from this L-wall, the greater floor area is of wood chips, some stone. Planting spots throughout, topped by the pergola, with Zone 3 grapes, methinks, cast iron furniture. Pillows. Bare feet on damp ground, soles assaulted by texture, toes exercising to restore balance. Alighting on the odd flat stone, cool and smooth underneath.
Marc has built me the beginnings of a potting shelter - recycled with cupboards & solid, round, cedar counter legs from our old kitchen - make it more formalized, and along with my bought-on-kijiji grey picket fence installed along both sides of the house - giving the visual distance that the forest sometimes closes - the grounds of this house are coming along, I must say.
Those familiar with our current deck will eventually see a Romeo and Juliet perch, wide enough for the pond snow blower to be installed underneath, and Marc will finally get the lattice sides he's been pining for all these years.
The beginnings of the established garden. Finally!
Wrestling with "a deck". Have been for a while. Finally realized that I don't want "a deck". Sustainable wood? Don't know. I'd like a small platform coming out of the house (cedar?), my concession to smooth, even surfaces, and joining to the 2 back doors - soon to be painted in minimalist polka-dots.
Add barnboard shelves within this L, reaching high. So many treasures, each with a story. The putting of a treasure on view reminds us of love. It has somehow touched our heart, or someone whom you love. Usually it has a history, the history adding depth to your life lived, bespeaks of experience. Prompts teen discussions even!!, imparting history, wisdom, and oh, those golden nuggets!
Fanning gracefully out from this L-wall, the greater floor area is of wood chips, some stone. Planting spots throughout, topped by the pergola, with Zone 3 grapes, methinks, cast iron furniture. Pillows. Bare feet on damp ground, soles assaulted by texture, toes exercising to restore balance. Alighting on the odd flat stone, cool and smooth underneath.
Marc has built me the beginnings of a potting shelter - recycled with cupboards & solid, round, cedar counter legs from our old kitchen - make it more formalized, and along with my bought-on-kijiji grey picket fence installed along both sides of the house - giving the visual distance that the forest sometimes closes - the grounds of this house are coming along, I must say.
Those familiar with our current deck will eventually see a Romeo and Juliet perch, wide enough for the pond snow blower to be installed underneath, and Marc will finally get the lattice sides he's been pining for all these years.
The beginnings of the established garden. Finally!