I relocated recently to a new home in a great, established neighborhood. As you might expect from a garden and landscape enthusiast, I couldn’t wait to begin gardening in my new space. However, budget and time have aborted my ruthless aesthetic imprint on the landscape.
This is probably a good thing.
Some parts of the landscape were obviously planted in a hasty attempt at ‘curb appeal’ for the housing market (nobody needs this many little arborvitae). Other areas hint at the former attachments from previous owners (the romantic pink rose under the living room window and the gentle grade change in the lawn where a vegetable garden once grew).
I think I will live with this inherited space for a while before doing anything drastic. The existing landscape isn’t my style. Every time I walk around I envision new possibilities for each area. It is hard to contain the excitement of a new space to work with, a new canvas to paint. Apparently patience is a virtue.
I guess I’ll give that idea a try. It makes sense to get a true feel for the space in different seasons before I begin to change it and it begins to influence me. Maybe some unseen surprises will reveal themselves (dormant bulbs?). In the meantime I will begin truly living in my new space and be open to the design possibilities that it will eventually reveal.


