I headed out the back door yesterday evening, before sunset, looking for a sign that the Garden Designer had indeed come by earlier in the day to take a closer look at my garden and yard.
She had explained when she came last week that this was part of the process, for her to spend a few hours wandering around, cogitating on the property, pondering it alone, without me nattering away about what I thought was wrong or needed to be changed.
What did I expect to find when I went out looking for signs that she had been there? A broken twig? A footprint not my own? The old Helleborus foliage cut off and piled up on the lawn? I really should have cut that old foliage back a few days ago and could barely stand that I hadn’t done it yet, so perhaps she couldn’t stand it either and cut it off for me?
I saw none of that in the backyard. So I went around to the front of the house, and there was the sign.
On the bench on the front porch.
And in the book was the Garden Designer’s card with a note on the back…
“Carol, have you seen this? I think you’ll find it interesting.”
And I’m finding it very interesting. I’m reading it and will be reading it all weekend. I’m devouring it, studying it. I’m enthralled with it. I’m intrigued by it.
It’s quite a sign that the Garden Designer left for me.
(And yes, I trimmed back the foliage on the Helleborus right after I took that picture.)