This weekend was a blissfully busy one in our garden. One of the most fun activities was cutting in a new bed by our porch. In the bed, we transplanted two bleeding heart plants that were languishing in the front of the house, a haphazard row of annual flower mix seeds, and....ta da! Our 4 cloned New Dawn roses that, it seems, have survived the winter and are starting to put forth leaves and generally show signs of life.
The New Dawn triumph aside, my favorite part of this bed is its border--beautiful stones that we collected from the seashore on Cape Cod a number of years ago. Those rocks used to border our front garden at our condo, and when we put the place on the market last spring, our real estate agent was almost successful in suppressing an eye-roll when I told him that we needed to list the rocks as an exclusion. In other words, those rocks, they were coming with us.
Now, they line that bed plus two others in our backyard, and they make me happy every time I see them. The colors that change and come to life when the rocks get wet. The different shapes that somehow just fit together into a perfect lawn/garden boundary. And the fact that they came from the sea to us, from us to our home, and from our old home to our new home. They sit securely against the earth, and they're not going anywhere--unless we decide to move them again, because they are part of what makes our house a home--our home.
This photo was taken before a fresh layer of good dirt was added on top of the bed. But a thing of beauty is a joy forever, no?
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