The Best Garden Yet

A veritable galaxy of star-choices
sit tantalizingly, delightfully before
me, flats full of begonias, marigolds,
million bells, bacopa, petunias,
portulaca, gazania, lobelia, impatiens
and much, much more. A dazzling
array of colour, shapes, potential
to achieve - the best garden yet!

But those are the evanescent and
fleeting visitors to my garden, those
delicate growing things that must be
planted year after year. The garden
base are those robust dwellers who
know their place, the permanent
residents whose presence is taken
for granted, yet also celebrated.

The best garden yet is what is
achieved, year after planting year.
The decisions reflecting decorative
shadings and structural form; my
own variable aesthetic, achieved
with Nature's kind acquiescence.
Those perennials, trees, shrubs and
plants blooming when they will.

My garden, in fact, happily does
for itself, nurtured by nature's
seasonal emissaries reminding garden
residents of time and place to herald
their appearance. And in a timed
sequence of theatrical brilliance
they set their own stage, a succession
of brilliantly spaced performances.