Gardening

Our garden began in 1990 on this old, defunct farm. It took its form from the dry stream bed that runs between the house and the horse barn, and meanders toward a large rock in the woods surrounded by ferns. The beds, dense and deep, hold plants encouraged to retain their wildness. The stone work is both old and ongoing and all the stone comes from this land. A few of Eric’s old trucks have settled in and I’ve appropriated them as garden ornaments. The garden keeps expanding, I can’t help it. My son once laughingly called it my version of manifest destiny.

Click here to see the garden gallery.