Yo, Dear Reader, I may be driving my Dear Readers to distraction with so many posts about this reworking of the Secret Garden, less and less secret I suppose, but I figure those that stay can appreciate the joy within the work. This time of year has been awful for nearly a decade and it has hit me the last few days how much relief this brings. Living with lifelong depression brings a lot of complexity to any joyful moment and even more when trying to share about it, I’m not deep-diving into anything here, Dear Reader, but I’m glad to have a small space and support to just skim of the joy of the day and examine it as itself at my ease, rather than trying to pretend that my feeling aren’t a complex mess of crippling depression and whatever else I’m feeling at all times. My life is in a better place, Dear Reader and I find nothing better to look at than a stretch of garden, so much larger than expected, that will bring joy year round and that was once a junk heap.
I hope everyone an find something in these maundering posts, be it tips, ideas, enjoying photos of nature or dare I say that you have fallen for Jack’s unique charms, no? I’ll just assume you have and are shy and I will be covering my ears and lalalalalala. So, Dear Reader, for now, no point saying anything is complete, I’m done with the major overhaul of the back of the garden, as a friend pointed out there are now three levels to the garden. I suppose for the daredevils out there you could scale the wall and ascend to the fourth level, fall off and into a neighbouring garden and that’s a bonus level. I used up old nails, for securing metal to wood, someone bought one hundred for a handful, to attach the matting to the buried wood and it helped keep it all nice and safe. It’ll be a long time before it’s stoned, I gathered the last of the expensive stones today, one buckets work to help cover the area that’ll house the new berry bushes. I can wait, I’m not great at waiting, so it’ll be a good lesson. Also: I’m not buying what I can get for free.
I talk about the whole gathering/rescuing thing a lot because it’s too often taken up wrong, upcycling where you use so much extras to make it “Attractive” loses the point of reusing where more waste is created in remaking something. I know there’s a taboo or a social stigma around simple reusing of junked items, but honestly it’s silly to see so much soil, stones and plants thrown into a landfill for what? To mostly never rot, but to take up space and be wasted. I see in cleaning up the cemetery they cut down all the blackberry brambles and wildflowers on the edge of a ditch. What a waste, glad I grabbed the yarrow while I could. There’s so, so much waste and so much ideas about how we should use it, but getting dirty and just accepting that sometimes things are lumpy and ungainly and maybe ugly and that’s perfectly fine. I don’t want to preach, Dear Reader, it’s just sad that there isn’t a better thought process around all of this, imagine if it cold be all divided and categorised and collected as needed. Stones kept out of soil as best they could, bags left for collection, plants and pots lined up rather than smashed. This was once a thing in places, anything unwanted could be left for others to collect and it’s a shame it has fallen off. Don’t mind me, Dear Reader, I’ll keep doing what I’m doing and hope it helps something, the insects are everywhere currently so it must be working. Even the wasps are content to leave people be. I’ll be back again later, Dear Reader, until then stay safe and take care.