One courageous step in my journey is to embrace moss. I’m finding I do not need to rid my garden of it’s persistent green fuzziness. Since I love to live where it lives, we need to get along.
Ahh… my redemption lies just behind and to the right of the nameless beauty. See the deep red/brown trunk back there? It’s the smooth inner bark revealed once the peeling bark has shed of one of my all time favorite Northwest Native trees, the Madrone (Arbutus), the favored namesake of this magical garden.
Norm and Deb designed their gardens as a succession of rooms that are only confined by the walls of an extended woodland. Here I walked through an arbor into one such tranquil room for some precious moments of reflection and inspiration.
An occasional hefty pot tucked here and there for interest along a forest path at Arbutus Garden Arts.
My congenial and knowledgeable host and garden tour guide, Norm Jacobs. Conversation with Norm is a riveting litany of botanical history profusely peppered with Latin. By golly, it’s enough to make a girl blush.
I left Arbutus Garden Arts with my hopeful new prospects of Hellebores, Epemedia, and a darling Paeonia Obovata (woodland peony). I also contracted a slight case of Latin- itis, but I’m sure it’s temporary. :D
And how is your garden growing?