In my garden, there are many dead things.
This used to be a Silver Posy Thyme. Once it was prolific, almost a pest. Now, it’s dead twigs. It’s not alone. For the longest time, I’ve felt like there are parts of the garden that need to have crosses emblazoned with RIP erected.
Thankfully, there are some small signs of ongoing life. Just.
We have neglected our once loved garden for probably a year. Summer passed us by without a single tomato or zucchini and some very sad basil plants. Somewhere, the will to garden slipped away, lost in unrealised plans and a sense of defeat in the face of that baking sun.
Days turned into months and here we are, with beds overgrown or falling into disrepair. Mostly I just turn away, afraid to look at the decay. If I don’t look, it doesn’t exist right?
We got out there today and carved a way through the overgrown foothpaths, just as a start.
Sean has spent this evening drawing up plans and pricing railway sleepers so we can build new beds and face Spring with a renewed sense of what we can achieve. Sometimes, having a really big backyard and only two days a week to manage it is hard. But we hope to get chickens soon and want to try to make the yard the place we have always hoped it could be. One step at a time right?
And as a postscrip to yesterday, Alice slept all night. Nearly twelve hours of deep sleep, with a gentle, quiet morning spent in cuddles and chatter over scrambled eggs and toast. It was good.
Sometimes, she’s such a poser.