My parent’s backyard is pretty incredible. I’ve gained much more of an appreciation for it since moving out (we’ve lived in that house since I was 4) and not seeing it everyday. My family moved into the house when it was brand new, and the almost-1-acre lot that backs onto protected woodland was a dirt field the first year or so we lived there until the builders got around to putting down all the sod. It has been cultivated solely by my parents literally from the ground up- I can’t remember anyone else doing work in the backyard over the years except my family- my mother for more of the gardening, passion and inspiration and knowledge and determination, and my father for the building of sheds and pergolas, laying of patios, installing of hot tubs, and cutting of grass. Its the result of countless days and hours spent outside by my parents, as well as quite a few by my brothers and myself, who were often put to work as kids and teens, de-sodding sections of the lawn for a new garden, or picking up apples from the crab-apple tree ( a loathed weekly chore), and just about anything else labour-wise that needed to happen in the backyard. But the result really is quite amazing, and people are usually awe-struck the first time, and for good reason. It certainly isn’t your perfectly laid out English garden, but it was never meant to be. It’s more of a Secret Garden, Alice-In-Wonderland type of garden with unexpected quirks and whimsical details that you can get lost in. Everything is large and lush now, and really is the product of a 25+ years labour of love.
There is a bit more to this post, but apparently I’ve reached my max upload capacity with WordPress. whoops. This blog has always been pretty photo heavy… guess I’ll have to do something about that.
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