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The crew of gardeners has come and gone (they will be back briefly tomorrow to fix a stone wall), and my garden is a wonder to me. But in a Japanese way, as there is not a lot growing.



Instead, its bare bones are exposed, the few sturdy established shrubs have room to breathe, and everything else is mulched.



I had forgotten the beauty of my stone paths, which form a pleasing not-quite-symmetry in the circle. And there's my little stone-bordered ornamental pond filled with water irises, and my little retaining walls. All so relieved to be rescued from the overgrowth of weedy abandonment.



I'm looking forward to a fall of lots and lots of planting. Weed-free til October is my cry!