Some years ago, after having been working in my garden all of one morning, I remember saying to my little four-year-old grandson, "I think your Mary has created a monster here." Of course, he didn't comprehend the meaning of that statement. (There he is in the picture, fishing in the little pond where, in reality, there were no fish. Bless his little heart!)
That garden was a big ole' garden. I just kept planting and creating more walkways from rocks I brought in from the streams on the place. I had dump truck loads of shavings brought in from a local sawmill. I bought plants and friends gave me plants for the beds and borders along those paths which I carefully tended.
What was I thinking? Oh, I loved that garden and didn't mind the work at all, but I was already working a full-time job and helping out on the farm too. It wasn't long before I realized I had, indeed, created a monster. A few years later we built another house, the one here on our Hill Top, and I left the old garden behind, which I was sad to do. Our kids have lived there off and on, but none are really much interested in keeping the gardens. Our son said he thinks we need to take a bull dozer to them. Ouch!
Here on the hill, I have tried to keep the gardens smaller and simpler, so they are easier to care for. We don't need another monster here. But, lately, I have been thinking that maybe, with the new Shanty and Hummingbird Garden, I have done it again. Why, those delightful little hummingbirds just keep coming. And, they are hungry! My mother would probably say, "It takes enough food to feed Coxey's Army."
So, here it is - my latest monster- The Shanty Garden, from spring to fall (almost).