Wow, 9 months and many many hands in the making (like a baby, though less hands I guess). Our pond is finally edged, planted and filled. Little bugs have found us and we are gently calling the toads and dragonflies to come and check it out.
Many thanks to Juliette, Maeva, Pierre-Emmanuel our winter soldiers who battled rain and cold and had the vision and to Dany, Maxime and Benjamin who fought faulty materials and vandalism with resolve until the end. And a special thanks to Patrick for his guidance and irises, fake lilypads and water mint. As ever, it’s a work in progress, but it’s a lovely place to start (and hang out). Now all we need is a bench…
Many hands went into making our garden path. Ernest, Juliette, Achilles, Antoine, Patrick, Jucai, Thomas, Stacey and others… gathering wood from the construction site; Nadia and Marie cutting the boards with lots of elbow grease, Yanbin, Yann, Julie and Liviu digging the steps in. It’s a beautiful path of communal work which will eventually compost into the ground leaving its organic trace of all the hands it took to place it.
From the start, we had envisioned a triangle with a quiet center to read or contemplate the garden. After having pilfered pallets from the construction site, there was a midday workshop to create the perfect bench to plop down on to chelax.
Here is the result.