I must confess to rather anticipating the kind of response I would have to my post on the benches in our garden (eleven, Pauline tells me – I have to count too) – all those benches and no sitting: I definitely need to do something about that. Time is no longer a real excuse, it’s just how I manage it. I can deny not taking the time to ‘stand and stare’, because I do frequently stop and admire things on my regular rambles round the garden, and when seeking inspiration I will ramble to and stare at the same spot several times to try and gain a different perspective. Nevertheless, all those who commented on that post are quite right – I must make time to sit and enjoy the garden and all it means to me.
In my defence, I do feel that this year it is something I will achieve, as the major changes in the garden have been made and I feel I am well in control of what I hope to accomplish this year – and perhaps subconsciously this why I posted ‘Bench Marks’? Hopefully the weather will soon encourage sitting outside – it is very windy today but dry and bright, and we have had two beautifully sunny afternoons this week, Tuesday even feeling a little warm. It won’t be long – and to prove my intentions are entirely honourable and to justify the right royal lambasting that you have so kindly but gently heaped upon me I am actually writing this post in the sitooterie (no wi-fi but that doesn’t matter at the moment). Thanks everybody!
As I have rambled and stared this week I have once again noticed an entirely neglected spot that is so close to the house that it is readily overlooked as I head off to other parts. I have previously wondered about producing some large ‘art work’ to fill the gap, a sculpture from chicken wire, peat and cement, but never received the required inspiration and have managed to entirely forget the existence of this as yet wasted area.
The neglected spot is nominally part of the old hedge that forms one of our boundaries, but the holly and hawthorn here are a little emaciated and there is some scrubby vegetation which is possibly snowberry (Symphoricarpos) but is of no horticultural merit. I don’t want to lose sight of the twisted trunks of the hedge, but a more distinct boundary would be beneficial as our neighbour has a tendency to use whatever comes to hand to restrict the access of his dogs to our garden. The soil is no doubt very impoverished, if the snowberry is anything to go by, so the solution need not (but still could) involve planting. One of my usual practices is to assess what material we have, or what homeless artefacts are hanging about, and wait for inspiration. It may take a little while, but it will come – perhaps I should sit on a bench and contemplate….?