Browsing through the possibilities at Regan's Nursery, it solidifies my need to be connected to my garden. When we first arrived at Richmond, we were simply relieved to have space that was already established. With it's roses, lily-of-the-niles, and bird of paradise, it was pleasing. I realized, months into it, the difference between liking something and truly feeling connection to it.
I discovered this connection first to Foxglove. It began when I worked for a summer camp that was littered with many. The vision of so many pink foxglove swept me away. Much like the first time I sat beneath a Brugmansia. With it's fragrance and incredible blossoms, I felt something very magical.
Will and I realized as nice as the garden already was, it lacked this spiritual connection. So we began collecting specimans we connected to. Unfortunately, the idea of placing them anywhere was daunting. One begins to conjure up complicated images of long-established gardens one sees in magazines.
It is easy to identify plants that you like. Organizing them in a context that works is new enough to seem difficult. I know some rules prevail, like tall plants in the background. Nevertheless, I am broaching the task with great trepidation. It's a miracle any vegetables have been planted.
Ultimately, I am getting more comfortable ripping out things that are ugly, killing snails, and realizing soil is a friend, not an enemy. I am committed to transfering our now-container garden, to a "real" garden, especially since our perrenials are multiplying and out-growing their pots.
We like English gardens, with a little French severity. I foresee an arbor, and of course many vines. I know that I love color, fanciful shapes, and fragrance.
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