I’ve loved the “corners of my home” idea since I first encountered it. One of the things about living in a home, that you are also in the process of building, is that those kinds of sweet little domestic scenes, don’t tend to exist yet. You’re just not to that point. Mostly it’s about chaos and making due with whatever you can use “for the time being”.
Things are slowly, slowly (did I mention slowly??) starting to come together here and become more finished and home-like. So as part motivation and part inspiration, I’ve decided to join the corners of my home flickr group. I suspect that many of my corners will be of the outdoor sort for a bit, as that’s where my heart and mind are these days. There doesn’t seem to be any kind of rule against that and the fact of the matter is that we feel as much at home out of doors here as we do in.
This week I’m featuring some of the stone work we’ve done around the yard. To be clear, when I say we, I mean that I point to a big rock and stay “move that there”. Then after Steve has transported and settled the several hundred pound boulder, I say something along the lines of “hmm…do you think you could nudge it to the left just a smidge??”.
Actually, I usually don’t say “to the left”, I say “that way” and point. A fact that tends to drive my poor beleaguered husband crazy, as he’s generally looking at the rock he’s working with, not at me. I am occasionally called upon to assist in prying up a particularly large specimen or to help hoist a full wheelbarrow, but mostly? It’s all about Steve.
(Hey sweetie? Have I mentioned lately how swell I think you are??? Or how much I love, love, love the new garden beds???)
We live on a mountain. Here there is rock, upon rock, upon rock. There are moss covered rocks, dirt covered rocks, bug covered rocks, and tree covered rocks. You can not stick a spade into the earth without coming in contact with some sort of stone.
We began shaping these a couple of weeks ago as a way of managing the steep slope up towards another proposed garden site.
Elijah was inspired by the work going on. Imitation is indeed a powerful force. He woke up one morning doggedly determined to build his own garden bed. He would stand to have no one help.
So his bed was built and filled by his own two hands, including that final bucket of compost, lugged all the way up from the lower yard to make the earth rich. Elijah’s garden is the small one, pictured above, just beyond the large beds.
Elijah refused Iain’s help with his bed. So Iain set out to make his own.