July 24, 2006
Over the years and through many gardens, I've left my mark. Dirt under my nails is as common as paint smears and comes as naturally. I've moved tons of dirt, relocated small trees, thrown my back out digging fish ponds, moved flower gardens from here to there and back again on a whim and loved every sweaty minute of it. When we moved to this rocky terrain five years ago, this hillside was barren and eroded. Our porch and kitchen window looked out on it and it was not a pretty sight. Fortunately, J has become a fine carpenter in his retirement years and doesn't mind taking orders from the designer (moi!) Together we put together a series of floating decks which are lifted from the zig-zag bridges of Japan (supposedly, the evil spirit chasing you can only go in a straight line and would therefore fall off.) The floating look really kicked in when all uprights, including the supports under the decks, were painted black. The ivy suffered and died back during construction, but is beginning to recover and will stand in as our water under the bridge. Raised beds and pots satisfy my need to dig dirt... and is much easier on the back.
Made good time in the studio today, but nothing worth documenting as yet. Lots of drying going on, I think I'm on track.