14/52: rocks in my head

While some people may think this is a metaphorical truth, in reality I speak of my planning process. Some days I work quite hard in the garden, and at times I wander around just looking, thinking and planning.

Many ideas go through my head while strolling about the yard, some which take me off on total flights of fancy. For example, there was the time we came back from  a trip to France and I was envisaging building a second storey just so we could have a balcony. I came to my senses fairly quickly, as that would have been very expensive. Perhaps I might just enjoy the architecture when I am actually in France.

After Thailand I came back pumped about a tropical garden, but this idea has actually come to fruition.

Currently there are rocks swirling around in my head, ready for some revision. Whereas stone walls are permanent, single rocks or groups thereof can be rearranged as required. Usually these rearrangements involve more than one area, so it takes some thinking about. Okay, if I move those rocks over there, that means this area needs something else, and so on. Weeks may pass before I actually work on that project, but it has had time to agitate about my mind and change a few times before I even tackle the task.

Rocks can be rearranged to accommodate the growth of plants as well, such as in the front garden. The large rock featuring in the second photo was obscured by plant growth.

where the marigolds were

featuring large rock

I’ve tidied up the side of the driveway and the edge of the footpath using bricks and rocks I was given, in addition to rocks I already had. The whole job only cost me time and labour, and gave me much satisfaction. I even used old weathered palings to extend the bottom edge of the fence next to the driveway.

needing a makeover   edging done and fence repaired

front corner

 

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33/366: make way for the new “highway”

Our first attempt at a garden in the front yard was edged with house bricks. The problem with these particular bricks was that they had holes in them. This meant that weeds and/or grass could grow through them, negating the very reason for having such edging. Obviously they must be cheaper to manufacture than their solid counterparts, but not as successful for this purpose.

In those days my husband helped a lot more in establishing the garden. I often had a vision and he provided the muscle power and labour to accomplish the task at hand. In this case I had ideas of revising the garden bed, with a more sweeping curve, increasing the garden size, and utilising the bricks on their edges to provide a more secure and solid edging. Since we still had a stock of house bricks left over, this provided us with enough extra material to complete the task, and give the garden a more professional finish.

At that stage we used to have a gorgeous ginger cat called Bartholomew, who liked to walk along this new edging, as though it were made just for him. Thus it gained its nickname “The Barth Path.”