Whoever Makes A Garden

To my wayward gardeners (one excused for her good work with the dogs)…


I understand your spring fever, but while you are away, the weeds grow wild and tall.


The garden and I carry on without you – because a garden doesn’t make itself.


The roses have been fed their poo tea and the narcissus tied back.


The paths have been freshly laid. The weeds have been are being pulled and the beds mulched.


And the new entry has been planted while the lilies and lilac begin to bloom.

But be warned – you leave me alone at your own peril –
lest the Dahlias find a new home…


and the poppies multiply…


and the new bed is planted too tight and too tall…


while that hideous shrub that you love is allowed to wither and die.

Don’t worry about me alone…I am in good company.


But be warned: it shall all be mine if you stay away too long.
Possession is, after all, nine-tenths of the law.

“Whoever makes a garden
Has never worked alone;
the rain has always found it,
The sun has always known;
The wind has blown across it
And helped to scatter seeds;
Whoever makes a garden
Has all the help he needs.”
~Author Unknown

14 comments

  1. Ina

    ok ok ok ok . . . I get it, see it, understand – miss it – even the lowly Eleagnus, which may just spring back to life!?? Soooo very glad YOU are out there right now – WE shall return, promise! 🙂

    • There’s no springing back to life for that thing. It get sadder and sadder. But I’ll leave it until you return. Maybe start hanging dog tags off it! 🙂

  2. So you are alone in the garden, eh? That’s a lot of work for one. It’s strikingly beautiful and none the worse for wear since the flooding. Did everything survive the over abundance of water? As always, gorgeous photos to match your lovely words. Quick question: is that a “tree” of dog tags? I’m intrigued.

    • Some of the rosemary and lavender took a beating…too much wet. And Ina’s ugly Euonymus. I was never a fan of it. I think it know! But all else did surprisingly well for having been under water for so long! The trees and roses are especially happy after such a long, thirsty drought. The tree does indeed sport “branches” made of strings of dog tags. When the come to us, we take theirs and give them ours. Our president has saved boxes and boxes over the years and they are slowly making their way to the metal “cherry” tree. A beautiful tribute that will be appropriately nestled in tall grasses, lavatera, lavendar, iris and white roses by late summer. 🙂 You can find a detail of the tags, and the plan for the bed here: https://gardensforgoldens.com/2016/10/16/finally-fall/

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