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The sweetest smelling part of our garden remains the wildest. We inherited a “hedge” of Ligustrum japonicum, overgrown for decades, growing between our home and our neighbors’. At least 30′ tall, and supporting a healthy colony of wild honeysuckle, its perfume permeates the garden.
A whiff of blooming honeysuckle, a memory from childhood summers, announces summer in my heart.
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This elusive scent remains full of comfort and promise. The flatter, heavier scent of the Ligustrum grows stronger as the weather heats up. It penetrates body and soul as we step out into the garden on hot afternoons.
Trillions of tiny white flowers, blooming on this living wall, generate all of this perfume. And, as you would imagine, they are positively dancing as bees and other tiny insects fly from flower to flower. Gorging on this feast of nectar, the bees pay us little attention.
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But they have my attention as I work around them. Of course, this area shades my plant nursery This is where I store plants,waiting to be potted or planted, and gardening supplies.
This is the wildest part of our garden. We do nothing here, save to leave it alone. It had grown into this magnificence long before we arrived, and we leave it to its own outrageous beauty.
Flowers today will slowly grow into plump purple berries by late autumn.
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This wall of Ligustrum feeds our cardinals, and multitudes of other hungry birds, all winter long. Birds feast on insects in the depths of these shrubs throughout the year. Our overgrown hedge offers shelter for wildlife and provides a windbreak for the garden.
Its deep shade creates a microclimate for ferns and remains cool and welcoming on the hottest summer days. Ivy, Vinca, and Virginia Creeper carpet the soil beneath it.
Wildly untended, it is not the beauty spot of our garden. But it doesn’t need to be. Its presence frames the life within.
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