Doreen Glanfield’s flowers are still a dazzling display of beauty and colour even though the fall days have brought cooler, crisp temperatures and even a touch of morning frost.
Glanfield’s backyard, which is a delightful fairyland of plants and flowers, nestled into a minimal care area of crushed rock and brick, has not gone unnoticed.
The friendly Rimbey senior was delighted her garden was featured in the Special Small space edition of the Prairie Edition of Gardens West, a popular gardening magazine.
Relaxing in her backyard, enjoying the afternoon rays of sunshine, Glanfield chats easily about her flowers and how pleased she is the magazine recognized her garden.
She enjoys flowers and gardening and is pleased with the results.
“Of course they don’t look as well now,” said, “but they still are pretty.”
She gives gardening her best effort, and enjoys the rewards but is sad her husband Fred, who died in January, is not here to enjoy with her.
She said they enjoyed gardening together and he would be pleased to know their efforts had received such public acclaim.
It is hard to imagine the backyard without the spill of color and vibrant life the plants and flowers exude but Glanfield said when she and her late husband purchased the property there was only a fence, sidewalk and some hedge.
After drawing up plans the couple went to work and created a courtyard garden with a black metal fountain set up in the centre.
Red crushed rock is used in the garden, providing an appealing groundcover for the huge variety of beautiful plants and flowers.
The walkway along the north side of the house, which was designed by Fred, features red and grey crushed brick between cement triangles. The effect is interesting and appealing.
The beauty created in their small backyard gave the couple many hours of satisfaction and pleasure.
Glanfield now enjoys the beauty as well as the memories of making it all happen.
And, when spring rolls around again, no doubt she will once again create a prize winning garden spot and one that will be enjoyed by anyone who happens to pass by.
“I enjoy it,” she said. “It’s not the same by myself, but I still enjoy it.”