Garden · Hermagor

The new terrace, a garden that fends for itself

No water connection, and for most of the year nobody here. So a garden that gets by without watering, one that never feels the absence.

The lilac is the fragrant heart. In spring it stands in full growth, in summer it throws shade onto the warm stone. Behind it a green screen takes the street and the bins out of view.

In the lean ground the dry things grow. Lavender, catmint, steppe sage, and the tall globes of allium. Lilac and blue, all summer long, without anyone filling a can.

At the edges, cushions creep over the stone, low and soft, until the border disappears. None of it asks for care it cannot give itself. Rain is enough, the rest is patience.

A garden like this suits the house. It asks for nothing when no one is there, and it welcomes you when you come. Grown, not watered.