Every New Year must be celebrated at the heart of nature – in the middle of a forest or by the side of a lake under billions of stars – because it is nature who has made our existence possible! ~Mehmet Murat ildan
It is probably no surprise to anyone that I consider the heart of nature to be in the garden. The day after Christmas was so mild that I spent it quietly potting up all of the bulbs that didn’t get planted in November. A few days later, I managed to rake the last layer of leaves from the garden paths so that their patterns would emerge under the snow. Winter is here in fits and starts; snow covers the ground today but rain is predicted for tomorrow. On this last day of the year, Angel and I are snuggled up on the sofa, looking over the photos of the garden this past year.
This was the year that the property became certified by the Penn State Master Gardeners as a Pollinator Friendly Garden, a landmark step in my efforts to create a haven for wildlife in general and pollinators in particular. With the help of my niece Carly, an untended garden bed along the road got an extensive makeover and was filled with native plants to further support pollinators.
Yellow swallowtail butterfly
Bee and Echinacea
Bee in species daylily
Bee on Persicaria ‘Firetail’
In late June, 500 visitors meandered through the garden as part of the Town & Country garden tour to benefit the Pittsburgh Botanic Garden. I worked 6-8 hours a day, six days a week for two months, to prepare the garden for close inspection. I realized as I was writing the garden description for the tour booklet that I had always thought of this garden as a “garden in the woods” inspired by Laura Ingalls Wilder’s book Little House in the Big Woods. The trees that surround the house and garden are an integral part of the landscape and are beautiful in every season.
The garden in mist
After all the visitors were gone for the season, the plants on the hillside garden were temporarily moved to make room for a new pair of handsome stone walls. I look forward to seeing them covered with blooms next season.
Other echoes inhabit the garden. Shall we follow? ~T. S. Elliot
The gardening year really begins in the spring, fresh and full of potential.
Lower garden in May
Lamprocapnos spectabilis ‘Gold Heart’
Herb circle in May
The steps in May
Siberian iris ‘Strawberry Social’
Aquilegia vulgaris ‘William Guinness’
Memories of summer bring to mind an explosion of flowers amid warm days.
Polyantha rose ‘White Pet’
English rose ‘Sharifa Asma”
Daylily ‘Strawberry Fields Forever’
Angel with Rudbeckia ‘Viette’s Little Suzy’
Echinacea purpurea ‘Ruby Star’
Birdbath, ostrich ferns, and hosta
Autumn arrived with a new palette of colors.
Rudbeckia hirta ‘Viette’s Little Suzy’
The calendar year begins and ends in winter:
Maple leaf in snow
Mulberry tree with snow
Tomorrow brings a new year, full of the hopes and ambiguities of an unknown future. I wish all of you a new year of joy and I hope that you spend some of it in the heart of nature.
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice . . .
What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning. ~ T.S. Eliot, “Four Quartets: Little Gidding”
(All photos [except pollinator sign] in this blog post ©2016 Lynn Emberg Purse, All Rights Reserved).