Perhaps I am reaching a new stage in my development as a gardener, but I’m really starting to notice conifers around me. I mean noticing in a “oh, I need some of that” kind of way. It is probably futile to try to find an actual explanation of this development – it could be any number of things. For one thing, at a time where leaves are dropping in droves around me, and forming soggy, slippery messes underfoot, the conifers remain stoically unaffected, sporting an air of understated elegance.
It could also be that the past few weeks I have removed several larger items from my garden, and I’m more than a little giddy over the prospect of the newly emptied spots. But no – this is a false sense of excitement. The truth is, that my garden is just now starting to be somewhat navigable. And, there are enough new contenders waiting in the wings to fill every square inch of the newly open space.
Maybe I’m swayed by the fact that many conifers have comparatively tight and tidy appearances? After drowning in my own clutter, could it be that I’m reaching out for the relative calm of their smooth forms and textures, much like a shipwrecked would reach for flotsam?
Who knows…? For now, I’m enjoying this new world that is unfolding – and all its superb contrasts, colors and textures. This one, for example, made me positively drool. Don’t you just love how its colors are echoed in the rock mulch?