Welcome to The Colorado Rocky Mountain English Country Sculpture Garden
Tour 5 ~ October, 2012
Summer Leaves
If there is one thing a gardener with altitude learns very fast it is that summers are late, swift and prone to storm off stage at the peak of their performance.
Winter announces itself around these parts via a slew of frosty nights that immediately see off the timid in very short order (“Come here yer little marigolds…”) . Gone are the gorgeous purple morning glory flowers at the extremity of each long and twining vine, as successive frosty nights mercilessly pummel their tender foliage till they gradually succumb to a dignified retreat. From the tip down these formidable plants are blithely frozen to a crisp each night by Jack Frosts nippy fingers, only to bounce back blooming once again with the promise of a new dewy morn.
And that’s much the way of things in the Rocky Mountain English Country Garden, everything is pretty much left to get on with it – thrive the best they can. They receive no protection by way of frost blankets or any such thing. Come to think of it the garden closer represents a micro game reserve than an actual garden, in the true suburban sense of the word. My job is simply to set the parameters within which it can thrive. Perhaps when scale is taken to account, with the sheer multitude of little critters that call the garden home, perhaps ‘miniature jungle’ would come closer to the mark.
But whatever we call it, whatever bizarre complicated, long-winded, contrite-sounding name I choose to give it the garden is to all intents and purposes, by my way of thinking, simply the smallest nature preserve in the whole of Woody Creek.
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