Starting Over
I guess it’s fitting that this is a new year. I am starting a new chapter in my life, in a new city, a new home and a new garden. After 17 years of gardening on a small suburban lot, creating what I considered to be my garden sanctuary from the world, I’ve had to move away. So, I’ve said my sad goodbyes to all of the treasured plants I had, from the tiniest irish moss, to the huge Apricot tree in the front yard, removed all of the markers showing which tree was planted in memory of which loved one, packed up most of my garden art, furniture and tools, and moved to a semirural area of Plymouth on a fairly large lot. It wasn’t possible to move any of my plants, nor did I want to destroy that beautiful garden, so all of my plants remained behind.
There are few things as hard as leaving a beloved garden. It tugs at one’s heart constantly. I left a garden in 2001 and even though I’ve created an entirely new one on the other side of the country, I remember my old one so clearly. It never quite leaves us.
Enjoy your new place …