I think this was the name of an old movie, but it certainly became real for me as I climbed a hardly countable number of steps to my serious (serious because we do community service work) garden club meeting. This was the last luncheon and meeting of the season, not beginning again until September.
The home we were at today is in a deeply wooded area, very high up, enough so that we were commenting on the lack of railings and our progressive eyeglasses. This was a home without grass, which is a blessing in regard to mowing, but a lot of work considering the amount of plantings and the various levels in the front and back of the home.
Again, my anxiety level rises when I think of my ability to care for this type of landscape. After lunch, we all trekked out to visit a member's garden close to my home. It was a garden surrounding a 110 year old home, stained in a redwood finish. This setting gave me a feeling of serenity, surrounded by natural meandering mulched paths bordered by large hostas, ferns groundcovers, daisies and multiple woodland plants in various stages of bloom.
Everything was small, contained, controllable and charming, even the small patio with potted plants and a dining table ready for an enchanting evening.
I have had small properties with definite planting restrictions and a large property where the sky was the limit. I am now on a small property again, frustrated at times that I cannot grow all of the lovelies I see on blogs. But, I remind myself that this is what I can handle.