I took this picture this afternoon. This is My garden but it is in my parent's back yard. There is not a lot of color at the moment as most of the perennial plants have not yet bloomed. I say it is My garden because it was reborn during the time I lived with my parents while I was recovering from cancer surgery and going through chemo. Mom and Dad had wanted to restructure this as it had just been a raised terraced bed in a hill with plants all mixed by size. So mom dug out all the plants and dad killed all the chickweed that was left. They asked me what they should do so I drew up a plan. Sometimes I wonder if this garden was a way to direct our energies in a positive way during a very hard time.
Anyway my design really looked like the picture above, with the path down the middle. Because I was going through chemo my sister nurse forbade me from touching dirt and plants. So I supervised. My parents mixed in compost and turned it over, covered it with landscape fabric and brought in a load of stone and mulch to create little beds to surround the plants with.
See the stool in the top picture-a large rock on end with a wood top set in on a rod in a concrete base. Dad made that for me to sit on.
When recovering from surgery I would make slow walks around the yard and down to the dock. Mom and Dad's one cat Friski at the time, would walk with me.
|Friski in her favorite position.|
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|One of three stepping stones I made from left over concrete|
and a bucket when we created the garden. I painted my name and nails and added colored rocks.