Spring Garden Notes #4 — The Garden Spills Over

There’s a point in spring when the garden stops feeling contained.

The clematis has begun to spill over now—soft pink flowers scattered along winding vines, reaching outward as if they’ve decided the boundaries no longer apply. It doesn’t grow in neat lines or careful shapes. It drapes, stretches, and finds its own path.

And somehow, that’s what makes it beautiful.

Earlier in the season, everything felt precise. Buds forming exactly where they should, blooms opening one by one. But now, there’s a sense of freedom. The garden is no longer asking for permission—it’s simply becoming more of itself.

I find myself stepping back more, letting it do what it knows how to do.

Not everything needs to be guided. Not everything needs to be controlled.

Sometimes growth looks like this—spilling over edges, reaching into unexpected spaces, softening the structure around it.

And maybe that’s not something to tidy up.

Maybe that’s the point.