A patch of tilled soil where once there was a tangle of weeds on compacted earth. A raised bed covered in mulch that hides seeds and seedlings from the birds. Bricks and rocks consolidated from their scattered positions into edges and mulches. Young trees (mostly) withstanding the spring storms and dog attacks.
|nasturtium and mesculun|
In my imagination I can see the garden in a few months: already lush, colourful and productive. In a few years it will be entirely transformed.
But in reality my reward right now comes when I focus on the tiniest intimations of future growth. The thrill of germinating seeds. The delight of first strawberry nubs reaching out from under their leaves. The curl of a pea tendril reaching for its string or stake.
|microgreens (linseed and radish)|
|mystery brassica uncovered among the weeds|