When we first broke ground on this portion of our garden, it was all grass. Not soft lawn grass, but tough, wild grass with runners. Quack grass, a true nemesis.
My husband kindly cleared it away…with an ax. My Mom, sister and I envisioned a spiral garden bed.
My dad arrived to join in the “fun” of starting a greenhouse/produce garden. He diligently refined the spiral, carefully placing each stone into a fluid pattern.
That first season, I planted cut flowers: Zinnia, Cosmos, Cleome. And poppies. It turned into a riot of color.
We couldn’t even walk the spiral that summer. It was covered with foliage, blossoms, bumble bees.
As my days have filled up with motherhood and other ventures, I have found that a more refined, quieter space is what I crave. And now, in my tough-growing, constantly-windy, zone 4 (almost zone 3) garden, I am diligently planting my own “field” of lavender
A lavender spiral. Ah yes, to walk and smell. Oh my. Of course, this is no surprise to anyone who knows me very well.
Here are a few more photos of the spiral as it has moved through its progressive summer plantings. And for next summer, I am sure you can see the area I need to tackle. Filled with….grass.