My Easter weekend has been spent in and out of the garden – misty spaces, muddy boots and roses blooming. All this Autumn rain is nice however, there’s so much work that I need to catch up on like bending over and pulling weeds, pruning hedges, cutting down nasty branches, and raking the passionfruit up that fall under the pergola.
In the garden down the stony steps I need to be extra careful of the slippery pathways and I find myself surprised, astonished and a bit overwhelmed at the growth. Up on the more level land, Bill and I are starting a project together called My Mist and Moss Garden Nook, simply a fancy greenhouse, potting cabin that I can enjoy. We have started the foundation but the rain has not stopped. You might like to check out the progress of this structure as it emerges near the clothes line.
In time I hope to pot plants, create floral art and spend time writing and recording in my gardener’s journal. Our next trip to the store is to buy pavers.
Easter is about appreciating the hope of Christ, being thankful for the gifts and abundance that we have. It’s about the glory and victory of Jesus over the Cross.
I like to admire my beautiful roses that edge my top garden.
The fragrance is intoxicating. I generally leave my roses in the soil to enjoy although down the track I would love to grow more to pick for the house. Imagine Easter filled with the scent of David Austin roses.
Any of you who garden will know the surprises that awaits you when noticing the changes of time and the seasons.
The garden in Easter brings me dirty fingernails ( I do wear gloves) more compost and mulch to spread, golden pumpkins and their never ending vines and leaves, cherry tomatoes to pick, snipping of the chives, basil and rosemary. It also brings me some aches and pains in the shoulder and back – will I ever learn to bend properly? To not over do things? To stop and smell the roses?
The rain has eased and I come inside. Muddy shoes at the door, gloves soaked in the laundry tub and a sweet text from my daughter who sends me this photograph.
Sometimes the cute bunnies hop about in search of chocolate eggs. Unfortunately, there are no hidden eggs in my garden this April. There are red geraniums, red peppers and a red faced, sweaty grandma who loves her Mapleton garden.
Stay with me for a garden series showcasing my friend’s unique and stylish gardens. Until then, have a safe and happy Easter with those you love.