Some argue that gardens can be art, and should be criticised as such. Well, some gardens, anyway. Hopefully not ours. Our garden is to art as a toddler's playdough man with head toppling off is to the beauty of Rodin's 'The Kiss'.
Others subscribe to the view of the garden as an outdoor room, for relaxing and socialising.
However, over this summer, I have discovered that our garden is so much, much more than any of these views of a garden.
It has been:
- a scooter track
- a pirate ship
- the home of the 'shadow monster'
- a minibeast safari
- a steam train track
- a diesel train track
- an electric train track
- a monorail train track (do you see a recurring theme...?)
- a zoo
- an aquarium
- the sea
- a bus route
- somewhere to feed and identify birds
- a place to dig for buried treasure (potatoes, carrots)
- a place to dig for worms
- a place to build a worm house from mud
- a place to plant a bulb and watch it grow and flower and go over
- a place to mop and hoover (don't ask..)
- a place to help Daddy drill and saw
- a place to pick an apple and eat it, and admire the little worm inside it
- a place to throw yourself into the grasses again and again, until the grasses are flat and it's bed time
So, what is our garden?
An outdoor room? Maybe.
A work of art? Definitely not.
An imaginarium? Most certainly.
That's what our garden is. What's yours?
