Last year I thought of my garden as a labyrinth, where I slowly, carefully walked each row in sequence. My thoughts, although quiet were garden thoughts, paused only for a brief violence against the grasshoppers. I watched time progress each day, sometimes twice each day as I noted the positive — new growth, or the negative — grasshopper or earwig cuts. This year, the second year, the garden is more playhouse than labyrinth. Whimsy abounds. Or my own version of whimsy. I wonder if it’s about the second year or about the fact that I have all this fun, funny stuff that hasn’t had a place before. Who knows?
See the open shed in the background of the picture? It’s getting a blue and yellow striped canvas curtain. And I think this year’s big sculpture might need to be a garden god.
Since I was photographing the garden, which has only two tomatoes in it as production at this point so maybe it might as well be a playhouse at least for now, here are some other photos of Texas Spring.