What? How? Why?
I dug this particular spot out a few years ago. It was just a "color bowl" for a while. That's how I thought of it. A spot by the fence that was filled with bright, beautiful flowers.
All winter it lays under a bed of icy, muddy snow. Never sees the winter's light. Always the last to burst forth, and always I'm so eager to see it and play here.
Eventually it comes to life.
Wild and filled with unsavory volunteers.
First picture... what it looked like a week ago.
When I first decided it was the proper place for a green witch's garden, I didn't dig up any beloved perennials to eject them from the space, but rather just built around them. Garden phlox lives here, happily. Shasta daisies. Hollyhock. Gorgeous, huge orange poppies.
Now there is also yarrow. Peppermint and sweet woodruff at the outside edges. Spearmint. There are chives and garlic chives, lemon balm, calendula, st. john's wort, cinquefoil, echinacea, horehound, chamomile, mother of thyme, and I've just this year planted comfrey, valerian, and hyssop.
Once my bee balm and bergamot (from the herb garden) get large enough to split, I'll invite them, as well.
.... still working....
I'm never rigid about these garden spaces... conformity and obedience are definitely not on my list of desirable traits.
We do pay attention to companionship laws around here... but for the most part we plant something where and how it feels best.
It's Spring, and this garden is entirely too civilized for my taste at the moment. I prefer... riotous.
I like gardens the way I like life and my children...organic, a little wild, and free.
But soon, hmm?
Just let them grow.