Gardening at Night

It is that time again. My yard needs a facelift and it is time to get busy and start my twice a year overhaul. I find gardening so therapeutic. My mother was quoted in a magazine saying her plants were better than therapy and didn’t repeat anything she told them. I come from a line of colorful creatives maternally. My mother is an award winning gardener and finds  joy in her gardens all year. She is seriously out there 365 days a year and cannot imagine life without what she has created since I was a child. I am a novice compared to her. Growing up walking through gardens full of hidden treasures leaves me with a sense of  duty to create the same for my own family. The good thing is that I love it!

 

 

 

 

Time to design my containers and plan the color scheme for certain areas. I typically go all white because my mother always told me white shows up best at night. I crave color too so I have a special garden that I let myself go wild in. I like to mix formal English bones with the subtropical plants and loose mood I was raised to love by my mother who is an artist as well. I don’t think there is a wrong or right, it is like interior design, you just know when it all looks stunning together.

 

 

 

 

I do have a fabulous landscape architect who I did ring today.  He knows how much I love my gardens and what I am willing to do , in many ways, to keep things nice and tight.  This spring I think I may need another brain on board. It is so helpful to have a plan and work towards each goal, like an interior. I have worked with many of my clients for close to 20 years now. Creating a world that is special to you and your family is what produces memories and duties like the ones my mother created for me. Should I love my mother for this curse or scorn her for all of the hoops she gave me to jump through? I think LOVE her. She is the one who keeps me gardening at night. Time to start making my lists!

 

 

 

 

 

Mixing you,