Way back at the end of March, I shared how I was progressing with various projects on my plate at the time. Since then?
- Overalls. Check.
- Colorwork Sweater. Check.
- Taxes. Check.
The garden bed cleanup, though? Still plugging along!
I mean . . . I created a monster. My garden beds are too big and too numerous for me to ever keep up with all at once. (I, of course, never considered this as I kept expanding.) I love it. But it's been a good exercise in . . . letting go of perfection, living with weeds, setting priorities, and knowing when to say "when." (There are so many metaphors for life in my garden.)
I don't regret a thing about my garden.
But sometimes, in the spring, I do question a few things.
(As in . . . what was I thinking???)
At this point, I'm over the half-way point in cleaning up all the beds. (And the toughest ones are complete.) (You know. For the first pass.) And our "lawn guy" (we hire this great kid -- who started his own landscaping company as a sophomore in high school; he's a senior this year, and a master businessman) has helped me by clearing out the real detritus of the garden. And he's started the weekly mowing and edging. Tom is poised to begin mulching. Progress, for sure.
Because there is so much . . . garden . . . to manage, I've "divided" it into 17 "beds" (even though most of them are actually contiguous) so I can keep track of where I'm working and what needs to be done where. I've also named each bed, which allows me to refer to them by name when communicating with Tom, my chief digger and mulcher. (He's got the nomenclature down.)
This area, for example, is referred to as "The SCOD," which stands for Semi-Circle-Of-Death. (In the earlier years, many things . . . came and went, failed to thrive, met their demise . . . in that area of the garden. Things have settled down now, but we still refer to it as The SCOD.)
(The first photo in this post is also The SCOD, but from the opposite direction.) The SCOD . . . requires a lot of work. Every year. All the time. And because it's the main pathway into our backyard and garden, I like to keep it looking pretty good, most of the time. (In the background of the photos, you can see another bed. I call that one Arborvitae Alley. It's much more low-maintenance, and especially since we pulled out 3 unruly red twig dogwoods a couple of years ago.)
Some of my beds are named for their . . . distinguishing features.
The Pergola Area, for example.
Or The Pond. (You can see the pond is not yet set up; the hose. . . )
There's Tom's Garden (because he turned a boring corner of the lawn into a secret corner garden of delight) . . .
And we have The Butterfly Garden. The Deer Salad Bar. The Arbor.
But most of our garden beds . . . are just named for where they are. The Bed In Front of the Window, for example. Or Against the Fence. Or Front Door South and Front Door North. (This is Front Door North.)
Or Back Corner . . .
Like I said . . . it's a lot. But it's also a lot . . . to love.
Perhaps I'll come back and show you how the beds are shaping up as the season progresses. It's all still in the just-emerging phase right now; preparing to launch. It'll be much more spectacular and impressive in a few weeks!
For today? I've got my work cut out for me as I take on The Herb Garden and The Bed In Front Of The Window!
Have a great weekend, and I'll see you on Monday.