Part of the charm of our 1910 home is the garden in the backyard that the previous owner has worked on since the 70s. We took over the house in the winter and the garden was fully covered in snow. The Japanese stone lanterns, cow bells, rocks, and sculptures give a hint that something wonderful is hidden there.
Every day since, it warms my heart to wake up and look out the garden and see it grow and bloom before our eyes. I am in love! Here are the first blooms of Spring.
The first hint of life in the garden came from the rhubarb. We had about a week of rain and it grew so fast, its leaves so robust and green! It might have taken only two weeks until I was harvesting the stalks and Dan was baking his first pie in the our brand new oven.
Dan and I do not have any gardening skills. So, my natural next step is find bargain books about gardening on Amazon and spend my afternoons at Barnes and Noble skimming books there (yep, I'm a dork). Sometimes, the internet has way too much info and can be overwhelming. I also try to just wing it and see what happens... I spent hours pruning these trees to make them look like balls until the shears were blunt. Then I realized I overdid it and I couldn't reach the top hedges. Oh well...
I cannot wait as the garden unfolds its charm. I have put in 20+ hours in the yard and I am probably only a third done. But, gardening isn't about the results like most gardeners say. It is the process that tends the gardeners' soul.