When water trickles away instead of reaching the plants; and the pea straw slips down the slope and the cross-wind snaps yet another flower stalk ….
…and the clay is impossible to dig and my body hurts from the exertion of lugging wooden sleepers up steep steps and setting up a garden feels so hard; it’s time to visit some established gardens.
And capture vignettes of inspiration to boost my design palette and teach me more about:
Shape and form
And then I pop my gardening gear back on and dare to go back to my hill in progress.
It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves
– Sir Edmund Hilary