As the sun goes down on another beautiful day I wander the garden in contemplative mood. Looking over the fence into the surrounding fields I see the hedgerows donning their coats of spring green, the distant blackthorn bushes sprinkled in white blossom, and the grass lush and vivid.
Away from the bright yellows of the daffodils, and the garish reds and oranges of the tulips, I have quiet corners of the garden where it is calm and tranquil, holding its breath, waiting for the next flush of flowers. Country garden flowers of foxglove, columbine and sweet rocket – nothing that jars or shouts ‘look at me’ – unassuming and content to let their more vivacious cousins do all the talking.
Of course, I wouldn’t want all the garden to be like this, my love of colour is obvious.
And yet … I also love those flowers that stay in the background … just going about their business … quietly.
Filling in gaps and spaces in shade or sun, a backdrop – they are essential to the garden – performing year after year – surviving harsh winters and the droughts of summer … leaving the clamour and glamour to others. It is like sunshine after a rainy day – you can’t appreciate one without the other
I like a soft garden with the odd burst of colour and keep the brash, the blowsy, the glaringly obvious, all in one part of the garden, together, and let them show off all they want – so that when I feel the need I can visit them – to make me smile with their joie de vivre.
All too soon the garden will change, as gardens are wont to do, and become ablaze with the glories of summer, but for now I shall enjoy this more gentle season.
‘Til next time – happy gardening and enjoy the Easter break.