I just shared my new practice of circumambulating (taking a meditative, mindful walk around) my house each day as a way of enjoying the big picture of my garden's first year of growth. Now, a photo journey through what today's walk had to say:
I always start with the Vanilla Strawberry hydrangea that we planted by the garage. It's greened in nicely. Now all we need are some flowers!
Next stop, after breezing by my shady hosta bed along the side of the house, is Raised Bed #1, which is a particular point of pride because every single thing in it (excepting that sage plant I've perched in the center, waiting for after the radish harvest) was grown in that soil, from seed. Peas, parsnips, onions, spinach, Swiss chard, nasturtiums, parsley, beets, lettuce, or radishes, anyone?
Next up, Raised Bed #2, our "summer bed" in which we just planted 6 kinds of tomatoes (including one called Mr. Stripey!), zucchini, acorn squash, eggplants, and cucumbers. Rows of basil seeds will be sown between the tomato plants.
Next, you guessed it, is Raised Bed #3, in which our "red, white, and blue" potatoes are happily hilled and greening beautifully with some intermittent onions tucked in between, and a strawberry patch is well under way.
Then I cross the sunny green grass and inspect my potted herbs. I sweep my hand up the long stem of my mint plant so I can smell that bracing perfume.
Then I peer through my rhododendron at the thyme seeds that have popped into a lovely, vibrant plant just waiting to season chicken and fish and veggies on the grill.
Next stop, lily patch, where my mystery bulb (the globetrotter allium) is now glowing in the sun after its purple petals have dropped off. Six lovely lilies have (so far) survived the chipmunk who seems to just luuuve that spot.
A few steps away is the bed in which we transplanted our cloned "New Dawn" roses and relocated 2 bleeding hearts from the front of the house.
What's that on one of our (still tiny, but encouragingly green) roses? Hello, little budling!
Round the bend I now go, toward our dwarf fruit tree orchard! On our Liberty apple tree, we even have some mysterious orbs that might, heaven help me, become fruit!
Here's the whole Liberty tree, and the Crimson Crisp apple right next door.
Our sour cherry, which I had worried was being irreparably eaten by a mystery bug, is putting out some promising new growth!
And the white peach tree is sporting a fuzzy orb that I can only imagine is the beginning of a peach! Next decision: do I pluck off the young fruits in the first year, like I'm doing with my strawberry plants, to give the roots a better head start?
After a pause to enjoy the relaxing, inviting purpleness of our petunia-flanked front door...
...it's a deep breath at the radiant rhododendron by the side door, and then back inside the house--refreshed, inspired, and amazed as always that such bounty can all be seen in a 10-minute circle around a house on 0.13 acres of land!
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