Muddy

A very long time ago - I had a HUGE garden - more an English garden.  It took me almost a week to weed it and care for it..... I loved it - loved working in the mud - loved the peace and quiet - listening to the world around me.  (no one came near me when I gardened - I think they were afraid I would enlist them to help)

Then I got divorced and moved to a townhouse - and managed to carve out three gardens.  Back then I called it my secret garden - and there were fairies hidden around it.. and I would spend my summer under the red umbrella reading and soaking in the sun.

Then I moved to Kingston and I gave away my fairies and designed an oriental garden... and spent two summers tending it and enjoying it................ 

and now.......... 

I have no garden.   And it made me a little bit sad.  All these years of finding my peace and joy in the mud and now there is none.
 
BUT I kept thinking about my "secret garden" from Montreal filled with fairies ...... I found a garden center here that had bag gardens....... flowers growing in a heavy plastic bag and while I was wondering round  -- dreaming of all the gardens and all the flowers I have had in my life - I had inspiration.  

I WILL still have a small secret garden complete with a fairy............ 

I came home with a smile and a plan............... 

Wanna see??? 

These pics are of the flowers in bags - hanging on the walls on the balcony

 And this is my secret garden....... can you find the fairy?? you have to believe in fairies of course to find her............

and now I have my secret garden to find my peace and my quiet - a spot to curl up and read and soak in the sun...........