The Plan

The product of last week's blizzard. 

Watching the snow pummel the fence for the second time in a week.  It was hard to imagine that the barren sodden view from my window would soon be such a living place. My first imaginings of the garden were all about vegetables. Hot summer tomatoes and squash; the residual effect of my last garden being on the patio in the high desert. But with this place I am responsible for so much more. Flower beds both sunny and shady, berry patches, grass... 

The veggies will consume a lot of my time. The result are so tangible. Drawing this out I realized I want more than raised beds and a lawn. I want a sacred environment with touch stones to times and people gone by. Not a destination, a harvest, but an environment, a narrative.