Friday, April 16, 2010


Meinwen's garden is just coming back to life after the winter; a winter that for all it's flurries of snow seemed to me to be remarkably mild and short. I can count the cold. wet days where I was almost reluctant to go out walking on one calendar.

A witches garden is a curious beast. On the one hand she grows the things you'd expect: aconite, foxglove, hemlock and nightshade interspersed with the common herbs you'd see in most kitchen gardens: parsley, sage, rosemary and basil. She also grows a whole slew of cottage garden perennials which have just begun to send new leaves questing for warmth and sunshine and a profusion of spring bulbs – daffodils and crocus (mostly over already) and tulips.

Just as curious is her non-vegetative decoration. Coloured streamers and children's windmills; bells and wind chimes and tiny mirrors glued or cemented over every wall and shed door, scattering the sunlight into thousands of beams all over the garden. Honestly, I don't know how she gets anything done. It's quite mesmerising. She tells me it happens on a smaller scale at night, too, where the light from all her solar bulbs are gathered and sent around the garden.



aims said...

Now that's a garden I'd love to see!

Leatherdykeuk said...

Meinwen's garden is movely.

stephanie said...

I like that he likes it.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Mirrors split the soul into fragments. He loves that.