Here in the midst of my painting/drawing projects, I'm also working on my garden. This is actually the first summer in four years that I've been able to pay much attention to it since I have been determined to stay untethered by big deadlines this year! What a relief!
Artists and gardens... well, you know we pair well.
But, oh, has my garden changed! Here it is in its sort of English garden phase, ten or so years ago, before I decided no more chemicals for a green lawn in MY garden.
There were intermediary stages, but let's jump to THIS 2010 total redo. Click on the link to see how drastic the changes were. I ripped out lots of bad design and indecision, too frillyness and not Me-ness, and got these bare bones:
One short year after that, the garden was cooking!, with, among other changes, new stone pathways instead of those mulch ones. Hard to believe this is only a year later! I was ripping and roaring! I based my new visions on some exquisite gardens I'd seen in Normandy and I also drew upon childhood memories of formal gardens all over France.
In the past six years, I've tweaked and tweaked the garden and it has, all on its own, matured (haven't we all? * a hem*) I've figured out, through insane amounts of trial and error, what will actually grow here! Imagine that!
I travel to numinous places, it is true. Here at home, in my garden, I've made a place, built from memories and inspiration, that is meaningful to me.