It’s that time of year again—crocuses, daffodils, and tulips are showing their lush petals; tree leaves are beginning to open to a bright minty green; and vegetable gardens are begging for attention. “Help me!” they are screaming, “Give me attention, NOW!” I love spring, I always feel like I’m thawing with the ground. This year feels a little different though; there’s a new kind of excitement.
I recently moved to a new home, one with lots and lots of garden beds that have clearly been loved and tended to by the same hands for many years. They are clearly not mine; they’re too neat, too defined to be my chaotic cottage style. In my own garden I have no idea what is going to pop-up today, next week, or three months from now. I don’t know if the previous owner had a color scheme, an allergy that forced her to stay away from particular flowers, or if she hated certain types of foliage. Soon I will find out, and until then I will respect and tend her beds for one year before I add or subtract from them so that I can see their full cycle.
In the meantime, while I wait to add my own touches, I plan to pore over the library’s garden section and start scheming my Garden Takeover, 2014. Below are a few of the books I have found particularly helpful or just downright too beautiful to not dream over for a couple of hours.