Forlorn and Lonely Garden

My forlorn and lonely garden sits midway between our home and the pool. In as much as we moved here in the late summer nothing was done to the garden last year so it patiently rests waiting for loving hands and sore backs to come to its aid and rescue.

I can only imagine what my pitiful, lonesome garden dreams about for its future; fragrant bushes of rosemary and sweet stems of bright green basil, tall multicolored snap dragons lifting your eyes to the abundant purple butterfly bushes and long flowing stems of a single yellow forsythia set in the background. Dark red bark replaces the ugly black that is there now and grape vines crawl up the wrought iron fence and spread their arms wide. Rows of pink and white petunias line up like toy soldiers along the borders and cinnamon colored begonias encircle the tree. Old bricks define the many herbs and bits of moss and ferns peep out from behind the barren rocks. Pots are set randomly around chocked full of spiky plants, ivies and vibrant red geraniums. A newly purchased red umbrella will shade that which the sun hits too harshly and chairs with soft yellow cushions call for company.

The garden knows how much work this will take but thankfully it is patient, calm and composed. It will wait for the spring days to warm a bit. I, on the other hand, am impatient so I have drawn a map of gorgeous days to come. I have detailed on paper what my garden sees as its future. Together, we will make a great team. I can't wait!