My little cutting garden is tucked between the blue wall and the fava bean forest. Behind the wall is my husband’s shop with all sort of stuff laying around. Useful stuff, but not good looking stuff. Now, the blue wall is at most two feet tall and the fava forest is an ungainly mess. My little cutting garden is just a tiny bit of color between two big messes. It is actually small, a rectangular bed about six feet by six or nine inches. I don’t spend much time looking at it, just a quick daily assessment of which flowers will be cut and brought up to the house, that’s it.
I was sitting on the ground, pulling Bermuda grass, when I saw it: my beautiful and tall cutting garden, ranunculus, poppies framed by the blue wall. No stuff, no favas in sight. Just the flowers and the blue wall.