Daisybus Garden of Wellbeing has been open to the public for several weeks now and I’m pleased with the way things are heading. A trickle of visitors come through and though I look forward to there being more and more, it is nice to be able to spend time chatting with people and getting feedback – which for a new business is so important. It means we can tweak things that need tweaking, but also it is such a confidence booster!
This garden is, we think, unlike any other in the UK and though at the moment visitors are few in number they are full of praise for us ‘doing something a bit different’. I was worried that it was so different that people may not get it – but they do! Mind you that is probably a lot to do with the many notices around the place spelling it all out, but whilst some purists may think they detract from the place, I love the fact that people find it all thought-provoking and encouraging.
I love the garden too, although it is nothing like a ‘normal’ garden and my only concern has been that it lacks in soul – that it has no ‘Sense of Place’. Our last garden was so full of ITSELF – we merely suggested plants and arrangements. She, the garden, dictated how it was all going to look – how it was all going to feel. There was a very palpable feeling there that the gardeners were not in control!
The Daisybus Gardens have been created from what was once around an acre and a half of lawn; tediously, neatly, regularly, mowed. Creating the pattern of circles was dead easy (especially with the help of our neighbour Picton and his digger), my intentions becoming clearer day by day: My order being inflicted on the land.
Each of the circular gardens has its own theme so nothing really pulls it together some might say, though the central mini meadows do create some fluidity.
Of course this is only Year One and I have many more plans which I think will bring the whole together, but it has been interesting pondering on, trying to understand, the sense of the place and I think essentially it has been denuded of its essence. Its identity had been smothered, mown into submission. I finally realised this when my friend Serena said “You are giving it soul. You are allowing it to show itself.”
A ‘Sense of Place’ is not always present on land that has been used by humans for years and years. Sometimes we have to help the land find itself again. And after all she provides for us, it a nice feeling to be giving something back.