High up on a windy hill, on the site of an old quarry, two people level and plant and build and dig and move rock to mend a gouge in the earth. Each night cautious paws softly explore the smooth, hand-laid paths, releasing the scent of thyme into the night as the garden darkens and the builders briefly rest.
(Kris, you’re not late at all but just in time.)
What a surprise to see my lath house pop up in a Wednesday Vignette!
I thought that building looked familiar! What a magical view of Kris’s lath house. From this angle it doesn’t look like a suburban lot at all, but like a path into a wooded fantasyland.
@Kris, I was so moved by all the work you’ve done. Such a good steward. Bravo!
@Alison, the hill on which they live has quite a bit of the “wooded fantasyland” vibe — it’s not a typical suburban lot at all. I kept asking Kris if she’s on a garden tour this spring — she’s totally ready!
That’s a magical vignette…I hope to visit soon!
@Loree, I told Kris I have such a challenge keeping in mind the various parts of the garden she blogs about — you just have to walk through it!
A lovely poem, both word-wise and visually.