The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless. ~Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Last night I finished editing a video chronicle of my 2024 garden. There was so much that I hadn’t shared last year for various reasons and it seemed a good idea to create a close look at the garden throughout the blooming year. I became lost in the lovely images of flowers and the sound of birdsong while editing – I uploaded the video to YouTube and went to bed. This morning, when I stepped outside with Pixie, I was shocked to find myself back in a cold snowy frozen world! Where were the flowers? Where was the color, the warmth, the birdsong? Perhaps reality is all in the mind, the imagination. If so, the garden of my imagination and memory is my preferred reality.
I’m preparing for minor shoulder surgery this week, so this post will be shorter than usual. Until I can return to the page, please enjoy my “alternate reality” of life in the garden.
Pixie and I have spent a few quiet evenings by the fireplace as I considered how I want to proceed on the blog and on all of my social media. Did I want to shut down everything online or commit to writing and creating material more regularly? I explored each option fully, as I was frustrated and frankly, bored, with the status quo. I finally realized that I needed to unhook the direct connection between my life in the garden and my work as a composer – each continues to affect the other but trying to sustain material for two separate threads here and on YouTube has prevented me from doing work I would like to do.

Earlier this spring, we were having a tree trimmed away from the roof of the house when the arborists found that it was completely hollow – “like a straw” they said – and needed to come down. They did a magnificent job of bringing down the trunk and refitting it together so that I could make it a garden feature as part of the new woodland walk. 









Our wild violets (Viola sororia) have been blooming for weeks
and are now joined by the soft blue and white blossoms of hardy geraniums.
