Although most of the paths at Duck Hill are straight, they are not rigidly so, because I allow plants to spill into them from the garden beds, breaking the geometry. My paths around the house and on our terraces are a wonderful place to seed. Weeds, yes, but also treasures, and these I allow to remain where they don't intefere with foot traffic. Catmint and Johnny-jump-ups seed in our kitchen terrace along with a tiny cream-colored scabiosa and tall, fragrant heliotrope. Bulbs appear too, unexpectedly—alliums and scillas that have escaped their beds. Delicate orange Atlas poppies crop up in the gravel paths of the nasturium garden and bloom all summer, and a forest of verbascums in yellow and white march along the maze of paths in the herb garden. These are the serendipitous happenings that give charm to a garden.
Pictured: A view of the kitchen terrace through the nasturtium garden.