It occurs to me that even though this garden we just bought (which also came with buildings)…is a harbinger of firsts and lasts.
First garden with mature roses. First garden with rivers of anemones. Pulsatillas. Birch trees. Fritillaria.
And, after gardening at five previous homes; I know, that, at 60 years of age—this will probably be my last labour-intensive garden. It's stewardship, really. I'm taking it on and working it forward for whomever comes next. I just hope they like anemones.