Perspective is an interesting thing. When I’m in my garden I’m usually looking at it from a certain angle, most of it displayed out in front of me as I come down the steps that lead from the back door and out into the garden. Earlier this week I saw my garden from a different vantage point while watering plants for my vacationing neighbours.
I stopped and stared.
My garden looked completely different. I saw bare patches, invasive ground cover, small plants blocked by overgrown thugs, pots and tools in what I thought were hidden corners… Yikes!
It wasn’t all bad of course. Some things I had neglected to pay attention to were now obvious. The pretty way the three paths branch out, the flow of the water from the pond, the rise and dip of the garden from one bed into another.
What’s the lesson here? I had begun to take the appearance of the garden for granted, I saw what I wanted to see. I needed to get out of my comfort zone to gain a different perspective. I’m not searching for perfection, but a garden is always a work in progress. As Rudyard Kipling once said “Gardens are not made by singing ‘Oh, how beautiful,’ and sitting in the shade.”
This is one of my favourite views right now, the white clematis Henryi framed by the grape arbour.