It’s going to be a rough couple of days for me as I try to cram as much work through my desk as I can, so I’m glad I had a great weekend to sustain me. It was a fabulous couple of days, weather-wise, with temps in the high 70s, low 80s, and sun, sun, sun. Saturday was taken up with cross-country. (Out at Portage for the huge invitational they had there) and then Sunday was mine, mine, mine, with lots of digging, rock moving, and plant planting, with a little bit of waxing leave with my mom thrown in. With Guy’s help, I now have a nice little mound of dirt and plants to look at outside my office window. It’s not done yet, but I got done what I wanted, and the rest will fall into place in due time.
And here’s the weird thing. As I was putting this piece of landscaping together, I was seeing bits and pieces of other landscapes I’ve worked with over the years. The basic plan of the dirt to give the eye something to rest on and travel over came from the very first ten yards of dirt I had dumped in my corner yard in my first house, the foundation for a handful of firs and daffodils to help block a stop sign. The rock wall I built to hold back the dirt and create interest was from my most recent landscaping projects just a few years back, when I was desperate to tame a steep hillside and create a little balance. The bird bath and waterfall (which won’t go in until spring unless I find one prefab I like on sale) was from my first house in SC, built to bring in the birds. I will be planting crocus thick on this mound, again, an idea that has its beginning elsewhere in space and time. Bits and pieces of the last 20 years, culminating in a small ten by twenty bit of earth. It’s sort of like how a story is made, using ideas sparked and skills honed in the past.
Or maybe it’s just a hunk of earth with some plants and rocks. . . . ;-)