The terrace bank

I rarely take photographs of this part of the garden. Mainly because it’s so tricky to capture.

And also because it’s a bit of a jungle. I have to remind myself that I have created something out of nothing.  This was a ragged slope on a rock that had nothing but brambles and stones.

But with chestnut logs as small staked supports and a bit of infilling with soil, it has become, gradually, a garden.

A mess of one. But the hedge on the perimeter is coming along nicely.  And so too the plants inside.

I started the day weeding out the cleavers and grasses and trying not to step onto anything precious.  Mind you, I’m probably the only one who can notice what is weed and what is potential flower. I like the exuberance of this spot. But it has to be a bit more coherant.

And each year coherance comes. Well, editing.  I can’t get too ahead of myself. Or boastful. It’s still a messy work in progress.  And on that note it’s down to earth with a pair of kneelers and a new pair of gloves. Weeding the unwanted plants in the gravel in the courtyard. That will wipe the smug smile off my face.