Crazy Quilt
The garden at III started as a symbolic gesture when we first began our sojourns to this pretty part of the world. It was late winter or very early spring and too cold to really plant anything but I carted down a bunch of winter onions and a clump of chives and stuck them in the ground just so I could say we had a garden. Soon after, in imitation of the pioneers during the great westward expansion, I put in a fence to signify that this is my place, my homestead.
The fence is short and virtually useless but I dig in there and compost and am conditioning that area for a real garden someday and the fence bookmarks the garden spot.
Today, early June, the garden is colorful with a few yellow blossoms of the Brown Eyed Susan and some pearly white Queen Anne’s lace. The last of theWild 4 O’Clocks are fading and I am letting various other wild things grow – at least until they bloom. Depending on what gifts they present me, these wild young things might be removed or decapitated. Some transplanted Bachelor Buttons, brought from home, were added to the fabric today. I am hoping that the “Buttons” will blossom and set seed to return each spring on their own.
III’s garden is a mish mash of colors and textures right now – a Patchwork Quilt. In order to keep down the grass and unwanted wild flowers, I have placed small pieces of carpet in the garden. This might be an unorthodox method of weed control but it works and I like the look of my Crazy Quilt garden.
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