What can I say? Not much at the moment that I haven't said somewhere before. But I can show what I've paid attention to, pictures of the garden, bits of change and design.
I love my baby wilderness. I have tried to take lessons from the gardens of the great English estates and apply them to a small space. This means less giant drifts and more surprises, a medieval mead where some strong but delicate creature might be resting right behind that large plant over there..
Small does not have to look mimsy if seasoned with a hint of sprezzatura. Sound a tad pretentious? Well, I need to rationalize the garden's partial neglect somehow, and voice at least my hope for the garden, whether that hope is met or unmet.
Next year, when I will have more time, I hope I remember to leave in some decay, some emerging I know not what, some sense that behind all this is something worth longing and hoping and working and yearning for. something that given a name, would be lessened.