Hello again. I know this is a Bible blog and I should try to stay on subject but well… What the hell. To illustrate the other things that have kept me busy, I decided to offer a photo montage of our garden. When we bought this house eight years ago we thought we would never have enough room for a real garden. Oh, my wife has always been into flowers and plants but due to a shortage of backyard space, edible gardening has always been a thing she thought wasn’t in our future. Then I worked on her. And worked on her. And again. You see I’ve always considered the front yard of most homes a waste. I’m not sure what it is like in other contries, but in the US an expansive front lawn is simply something to look at, a middle class status symbol ranked by how perfectly uniform it is. Unbroken by variation it generally sits there unused. Seldom trod on, rarely played on and virtually never sat on, So much money and effort go into American yards which serve as pristine but useless frames to houses.
I’ve never been a fan.
Now while our backyard is too small for a garden, our front yard had plenty of space that was doing little save for creating a mowing job for Reilly. He has always resented this too (still does) as we only have a hand-powered reel style push mower. Can you imagine this? An American kid forced into slave labor without even the support of an internal combustion engine. Sigh. And we don’t have either cable or broadcast TV… Has there ever been a child so deprived? Frankly I’m surprised social services hasn’t been called.
Anyway, I digress. So here is our useless front yard combined with a couple who would love to grow their own food. All one needs to do is set aside some standard conventions and voila! Instant garden… well not really instant, quite the contrary actually, but you get the idea. BTW, click on the pictures to get clearer and slightly larger photos. Wordpress’s photo compressor has a blurring side effect.
As you can see my very talented wife loves to mix both the astheticly pleasing and practical side by side so we have garlic growing next to Asian Lilies, tomatoes ended by pansies and the entire garden overlooked by a massive Honeysuckle. Oh, how I love this place.
As you can see from the last two photos, there is a bit of grass left. Within a couple years this will all be torn up too replaced with some fruit bushes and grapes, perhaps. Maybe just strawberries. Since I don’t have a tiller and prefer to do everything by shovel and fork, it takes time to get it all done. I’m looking forward to when the only thing we have to mow is the boulevard. Secretly, we’re trying to see what the city will allow us to change there too, but they get a little weird about those things.
Which of course, brings me to my favorite plant in the yard, this wonderful Honeysuckle. Unfortunately, the blooms are mostly gone now but this is an incredible plant, healthy, strong and determined to conquer everything in it’s path. It’s everything life should be.
And to end our little garden tour we’ll give you some rooftop shots.
I was going to end there but upon coming into the house I was presented with this incredible relaxing view and simply couldn’t resist.
And there it is. My wife and I are a study of opposites in this garden. She loves the plants. I prefer the soil. She arranges the flowers. I arrange the beds themselves. She nurtures growth. I dig dirt. We are opposite but complimentary. The thing we both share is an absolute fascination with life in all it’s varieties. We worship life and how can one not? We can stare at a single flower and wonder at its beauty for many minutes.
And there has never been a better time to stop and smell the roses. Think about it. What an age to live in. We have plants from nearly every spot on the globe at our fingertips. Species and varieties that people actually died to bring back and labored to cultivate, I can buy at the grocery store for pennies. Oh what a life! I live with a woman I’m devoted to and a child whom I adore. People, this is truly a golden age, and I live in paradise.
Again, I’m not kidding.