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This is what the garden behind our building looked like this afternoon when I got home from work. Gone is the mixed hedge with the brambles and raspberries, gone are the roses and peonies and autumn anemones, gone is the iris.
Well, of course not completely gone. This is exactly where I was out “poaching” last night, so I can now look at my loot without any feeling of guilt. Some of them might not survive my rather ad hoc storage, but some of them surely will, and those will get a new life in the country, far away from bulldozers and such.
Ah, and today I also noticed some colchicums that seemed to be begging to be rescued, so I will see if I can get those tonight before the bulldozers reach them tomorrow. I feel oddly shy about digging up plants and roots, so I will wait for the cover of darkness, even though it’s plain to see that otherwise they will be destroyed.
I feel a bit sad; the little garden at the end of the building was sort of growing wild but with traces of the old lady that used to live in one of the flats and who reportedly kept it in immaculate condition ’till she had to move to a retirement home at a ripe old age. I like taking some of that story with me to the garden at the summer house.
Hrm… I hope the new landscaping will turn out nice. The plans look good, but plans often do. At least we get rid of a lot of parking in the area between the buildings, so there will be more space for barbecues and sitting out on summer evenings. Here’s hoping for the best!
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