I had my lunch in a woods today. Away from the madness of a construction site. Listening to the creaking of branches and the rustling of leaves. I'm in a "forest" of sycamore and Japanese knotweed, behind the scenes of the "real" garden and I a contemplating komorebi. And yuugen. And wabi-sabi and shinrinyoku. All these Japanese words that put a name on the feelings and experiences in nature I never had words for. I am forest bathing, watching the light playing on the ground as it breaks through the rustling leaves.
I am really hoping no one finds me here.
Clover, Clover
Clover tumbling over the wall. So unusual. Did someone simply not weed? Or is this a plant I bought from Gert Stam? I love to think that it was left there on purpose. That someone else saw the potential for beauty.
Last day of May
Grasses replacing tired rosa rugosa that didn't fit the location. Semi-shade, slightly damp - Carex pennsylvanica and Deschampsia cespitosa steal the show. Trying to decide how big to plant the swathes. This planting plan started with one grass but now the " plant nerd meets worse case scenario " means I have three varieties. I just. Can't. Resist. Temptation.
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