Take a walk through my garden…

It's been growing slowly for about twelve years. Because it's alive it will never be finished. A garden is organic by nature and this one remains so—the dandelions are safe to eat.

Most of the structures meet the three Rs—the 100 year old barn-board fence, the reclaimed bricks on the patio, and any old piece of "junk" that will make a planter.

The plants are grown for many reasons—to please the eye or please the soul, to challenge the elements or challenge my patience, for novelty or nostalgia; but mostly for the joy in seeing them grow.
 

Sedum borders the pathway that leads past the liberation bed. What grows best, grows here—daffodils, centaurea, lilies, free-seeding annuals. They all take a turn.

The barn board fence, which surrounds the garden, makes a perfect canvas to paint with columbine and poppies. From spring to fall, it's always splattered!

Orange lilies and pink astilbe clash near the patio. Mix and match—what's wrong with mis-match?

 

 
Iris and Cattails, goldfish and frogs. The pond is a new addition to the garden and attracts its own thirsty—and hungry—friends. Dragonflies, ducks, butterflies and bees. Even a blue heron drops in occasionally—but oh, so softly.
 

White cleome, red cardinal flower, cedar and grasses. There's a pond in there somewhere -- and beetles, snails, ladybugs, and worms. All kinds of creeping critters, including aphids and ants. They all have a place in my garden.