What a novice I was when we first met! You were patient – you gave me that whole first season to observe and learn your ways. Then the work began. So many sunny perennials to learn, so much to discover about building soil, so many projects to help you become your best. But as one gardening friend says, it was 'joyful work'.
Dear Garden, I hope you know that what we shared was a creative endeavour. Every season brought new ideas, new inspiration. It was like working on a beautiful painting, very slowly and lovingly. It gave me peace and joy in equal measure.
Yes, you were a fine green muse.
You have a little "townie" sister now, a modest garden on a tree-lined street made with some of you. The plants are settling in; like me, they are grateful for the mild days we've had this fall. I think you would like how things look. But don't ever think I will forget you. I couldn't. I learned to be a gardener thanks to you.