I’m looking at it right now. There’s nothing tame about it. It’s a wild tangle of green. Tendrils of new ivy, bright and clinging, sneaking everywhere. A feathery mass of periwinkle. Sprays of fern. Long, whippy weed things. And two gnarly maples rising out of the mass. The fairies should live here.
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I’ll trade you for my lush crop of poison ivy?
Um. I might have some of that too. But I’m hoping not! 😀
Oh, that’s beautiful. I’m with you, I love a wild and lush garden. I can just smell the scent of dirt and living things there. Lovely. You’re really lucky, J. M.! 🙂
Thank you! I love any kind of garden, but the wilder sort – either wilderness or cottage – particularly please my fancy. I planted two rose bushes in another part of mine this June (golden yellow blooms on one, deep magenta on the other), but have rather neglected it since.