“People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.”~Anton Chekhov
People are saying summer is over. It was here so briefly, but I fiercely enjoyed it. My new garden was built for a hard Australian summer. Designed for a dry spell but looking so far from the desert that those words conjure up. It’s like no other garden I have ever known, but the exact garden I have always wanted.
There is stone, rust, wood, fragrent lavender, grasses all the colours of the rainbow. Beautiful ornamental trees that twinkle in the wind juxtaposed by the hard, strong lines of manmade structures so beautifully interwoven. I am in love.
Japanese blood grass is divine. It looks like it might be sharp to touch, but it tickles like a feather as I run my hand along the top. The “hairy garden” of carex is the perfect spot for our cat to lurk. When I open my eyes in the morning I look out my window and I see nothing but feather reed grass and blue sky.
I love it best when the shadows are long- early in the morning or late in the afternoon. In the morning it is coated in diamond glistening dew. In the evening it fills me with smells and radiates warmth.
So what? Summer IS over. That’s ok. I think this garden might be magic all year round.