Day 4 of the Year Long Blog experiment…Today’s article is a short one.
It’s Saturday morning in St. Paul.
It was positively hot yesterday, nearly 90 degrees in early May, and that’s an oddity for Yankeeland.
But I”m not complaining: hell no. It was sunny, the birds were chirpin’, the squirrels making those little squeakin’ noises, the breeze was blowin’ through the trees. It was a beautiful day.
Today, I just want to mention something I’m grateful for:
Bag End Garden, my garden.
It’s lovely, but I can’t take all the credit for it, nor can WE: Patience, Duke, and her family, especially her dad, Greg. While all of us have put in a good deal of work on it, there was a lot of structure built into the garden before we bough the house a few years ago.
That being said, let’s walk through my garden…
First, there’s the garden gate;
gotta have one, and ours is super cute, as you can see.
There there’s my guardian of the garden, Sir Lancelot—or Sir Tetenus, as Duke and his friend Luke refer to him, standing as a sentry to the garage and the rest of the garden.
There’s also Mary of the Garden,
who looks over all the growing things, and keeps things peaceful. She resides in the rock garden, which comes courtesy of our neighbors, the Fiebiches, who tore down a rock retaining wall in front of their house last year, and let us have all the stone, which Greg and I moved to the garden, and then Duke and I stacked as a little garden border complete with a stone seat to sit in the shade of the trees.
Then there’s the raised, planting beds,
that one our neighbors, Sarah, helped to build last summer, along with help from Greg. They were amazing, as you can see, bursting with sweet peppers, and jalapenos, as well as some Calendula flowers that one of my readers sent to me as a gift! In the other one, we planted potatoes, which actually gave us a crop—unlike the first year when we planted them in a different spot in the yard, in crappy soil.
The potato patch is slightly shaded by
this amazing little crabapple tree, which is in full bloom right now. Under it sits, St. Francis, to look after all the wild critters that come to the yard, as well as Freeloader, our neighbors’ black cat, who must be GOOD luck, because we’ve had mostly that since moving here.
Then there’s the compost bins, that Greg and I built from free pallet wood,
and the party-central spot: the firepit,
that he and I built from bricks that came from under University Street in St. Paul, and are more than a hundred years old, and fired to over 3000 degrees. they look like they’ve been in the ground forever, which is the effect I wanted.
Then, last but not least, is my favorite tree in the garden: the ornamental crabapple.
This morning, thanks to a pretty stiff breeze last night, most of the blooms are gone, but this last week has been stunning. It is just one of the prettiest trees, ever.
And that’s it! Thanks for coming on a tour of Bag End Gardens!
Y’all come back again!