You can please some of
the people some of the time but you can’t please all of the people all the time.
I think it was an American president who said that first,
and later Bob Dylan used it.
Anyway, now I’m using it, in relation to the garden (of course) and specifically in relation to how people react to my
garden.
People seem to react to my garden in 3 distinctly different
ways:
1.
There are those who love it. They express interest, curiosity,
appreciation and pleasure. They go outside to experience it close up no matter
what the weather is like. They
notice things. They notice buds, spiders, flowers, birds, leaves …
2.
Then there are those who just don’t notice
it. They might be in the family
room that has big windows looking onto the garden. They might even be outside on
the deck. How can they not notice
the garden? Maybe they are preoccupied with other things. Maybe they are more attuned to their
inner worlds. Some of the people
in the non-noticing category are passionate gardeners themselves, growing and harvesting
their own produce. We may be
fellow gardeners, we may be friends, but we’re not in synch garden-wise. It's as if a garden that isn't devoted to growing food doesn't really count.
3.
Some people react in a way that makes me laugh.
They seem to have an idea of what a garden should look like. When my back garden
doesn’t fit with this idea, this makes them uneasy, uncomfortable. I think it feels risky to them. Maybe
they see it as wild nature out of control or simply unhygienic. Sometimes they change their minds.
In an early post I wrote about a 3 year old girl who visited with her
mother. She looked out at the garden and said: 'Mummy, why is the
garden dirty?' The next time Gabriella visited was two years later.
This time she was entranced, strolling along the paths and dreamily picking
flowers for her mother.
Recently G. dropped in. He stood at the window and
stared out at the garden. 'It needs a focal point'. 'It's not that sort of a garden', I explained. 'It's not so much for
looking at, it's for being in.' So we wandered into the garden, and he
got it. Like Gabriella he got to see it differently and now loves it.
My
mother has also changed. Initially the untidiness and presence of
insects made her uneasy. I explained the idea of creating
natural, relaxed and informal garden pictures, and now she loves it.
Recently
we needed an electrician. In between doing whatever it is that
electricians do, he silently stared out the window onto the back garden.
Then he looked out of the side window and noticed the group of Japanese
maples next door. His relief at seeing something familiar was almost
palpable. He turned his back on my garden. 'Look at those beautiful
Japanese maples! Aren't you lucky to have them outside your window?'

