Most of the debris from the cherry tree debacle is gone–yea–a project of mammoth proportions.  Now that most of the piles are gone  we can see the space and its potential more clearly.  On tracing paper over a base map  I am scribbling away working on a new space plan.  What fun to see the outlines of the old garden integrated with ideas for a new terrace and pathways that are wide enough to accomodate full size humans–not just visiting children and canine friends.  By next week I’ll have plans for the redo on the blog for you to see.   Although Fred can be stubborn in the face of change he is embracing this project.  For me it feels like the back garden is about to be reborn, refreshed, rejuvenated and restored.  Very liberating to begin again.

Before we can fully embrace the excitement, thrill and trepidation that are part of any project we must say farewell to the arbor on the north side of the lawn.  Lo, those many years ago, Fred designed and constructed this structure that has been the hallmark and focal point for the garden.  It has borne witness to events of all sorts–those that elicit joy and great sadness. Many blushing brides and their grooms have said their vows under the comforting canopy of  this stalwart and decorative Victorian arch.  In 2008 our daughter, Melissa and her love, Rich, were married in the company of family and friends in the garden.   She is now in the process of cutting down the two large Rosa ‘New Dawn’ who willing draped themselves over the arbor for many summers.  Melissa reminded me that I needed to go outside and take pics of the rose coming down.  We feel sad that we are losing this elegant part of the garden but Fred is planning his next building project–not replacement but a new structure for a new garden.

On the north end of the garden Hamamelis ‘Arnold Promise’ wreathed in gold is holding court watching the rest of the garden proceedings with a jaundiced eye.  She knows that she is the queen of the garden in her colorful garb exuding the her heavenly citrus infused scent.  Her perfection moves us forward.

Off to the NW Flower and Garden Show–can’t wait to see old friends and make new acquaintances.  I’ll report in this weekend.