I have been preparing for the weekend moving sale. It is NOT a pretty picture!
Well – you get the picture. My friend, Melanie was always talking me into having garage sales with her and it was always the last thing in the world I wanted to do, and I grumbled and whined before, during and after. They are fun to go to and dig around for bargains from someone else’s trash. But I personally abhor putting out my own trash.
But here I am, and I must admit that my grumbling and whining and generally bad behavior has led Robert to the depths of misery and so he just informed me that I needed to “go and meditate”.
How better than this – and what a contrast to the above.
Here’s a happy accident. I usually ponder and plan my plots out with a determination and carefulness that would have pleased even Gertrude Jekel, that grand old lady of British landscaping fame. But here – I got into a hurry in this corner and just plopped some plants into the soil. Serendipity! I can’t imagine that any carefully planned execution would have turned out any better. Look how they compliment each other. The cotinus, the smoke tree on the right and the varigated broom in the middle and the kniphofia or Red Hot Poker on the left – all red and yellow against the rusty brown.
Constance Spry was the first of the David Austin English roses and she arches across the path in the lower garden across from the frog pond.
Another Austin English rose – Graham Thomas covers the arbor and is my favorite of the “yellows”.
They don’t get any more luminescent than Abraham Darby!
So THERE! This is my moving sale meditation. And I’ll try to be nicer tomorrow.