I’ve always loved the state of anticipation. Planning and preparing for a vacation. Hearing the orchestra tuning up before a concert or ballet. The moment a plane begins to speed up just before lift-off. Waiting for a movie to start (yes, really). Thinking about the new puppy I’m getting (yes, really).
But this is almost too much. It’s all anticipation – and no garden.
So far some of the paths are in. And as I walk along the path through the future woodland I can imagine myself surrounded by the shade of the trees and shrubs I have planned. The path through the perennial border takes me (in my imagination) through the bountiful, colorful lushness of a flowering border.
This week I’m having deer fence and rodent barriers installed. It’s a big job, enclosing about 4.5 acres to keep out deer and a lot of other critters. I know it has to be done. I’m putting in dozens of trees and shrubs, hundreds of perennials and groundcovers. And having them eaten by deer, or damaged by beavers or dug up by groundhogs would be a disaster.
And there are still so many other things I need to have done before I can have a single plant put in the ground. Finish grading. Irrigation. Weed removal and prevention. Soil preparation.
I do enjoy it all. Everything about making a garden is exciting for me; I’ve actually been known to curl up in bed with a good book on grading and drainage.
But I can hardly wait till fall, when the first trees and shrubs can go into their (my) new home.