Leonie Peasey
I am the custodian of a garden that has not been loved for 20
years. The previous owners belonged to the ‘large trees, woodchip and roundup’
school of gardening – easier to maintain between tenants!
After removing a 22m gum 3m from the house, a 10m ficus
planted directly behind a timber retaining wall, digging up monsteras with
roots tracking under the driveway and raking up many layers of woodchip, I
found grey, compacted, hydrophobic soil, with clay not far from the surface.
A spade was no use – a mattock was my tool of choice, there
were no bees, earthworms or frogs.
It has been a labour of love and a voyage of discovery to
bring my garden to life. As a novice gardener, my original vision was overly ambitious
and I have planted inappropriately at times, which saddens me when I see plants
struggling and dying, but I am learning.
Two and a half years on, my garden is beginning to prosper
from the planning and hard work – the foundations have been laid and I can
build from here.
I look at my garden and instead of seeing how much there is
still to do, I sit and appreciate the beauty of the young plants, the
butterflies they attract and see an occasional bee and delight in the first
green tree frog.
It is still a young garden, with a long way to go, but when I dig over moist friable soil, rich with homemade compost and earthworms, I know that what I have given in labour and love, is being returned tenfold, and will continue for years to come.
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