My garden is a lovesome thing

Our garden has become a little haven for us. When we moved in it was a wilderness of rough grass - not neglected - it was just that earlier inhabitants had never bothered to garden.
We laid down a cover to hold back the weeds, marked out a couple of beds, planted a few shrubs and lots of clematis, and planted small shrubs in pots. Great because you can move them around. We have a couple of bigger shrubs which provide more shape and hidden spots and when they outgrow the pot we start again with a new one. And every spring plant bedding plants into pots which we can also move around as it suits. I'll post a picture every now and then.
No fringed pool or ferned grot but it is a 'lovesome thing' and in case you wonder about that:

My garden is a lovesome thing—God wot!
Rose plot,
Fringed pool,
Ferned grot—
The veriest school
of peace; and yet the fool
contends that God is not.—
Not God in gardens! When the eve
is cool?
Nay, but I have a sign!
‘Tis very sure God walks in mine.
by Thomas Edward Brown

I learnt this poem when I was at school some 70 years ago - and dreamt of having such a garden. I can manage without the fringed pool and ferned grot - grot being grotto - but there are plenty of little hidden places in the overgrowth for little creatures to make their ome.