I found this garden stone after the lawn guys came the first time and bushwhacked the long grass at the very back of the backyard. Another one of those things that are not exactly my taste, yet perfect just as they are. I’ve decided there’s something a bit sterile about a space that is 100% to your taste. How dull.
I’ve also noticed that every time I move a stone in the yard roughly one thousand insects come pouring out.
These observations may be related.
Then again, the motto is just about right for the state of our gardening adventure. We’ve got lots of dreams for backyard barbecues and parties, sun lounging and croquet tournaments… but these days we’re still just me, pulling weeds here and there, drawing up plans, keeping an eye on the budding peonies.
Heavy dreaming stuff.
My goal is to have our first garden party for my birthday in September, but we’ll have to see what the summer holds and when Carl gets back on his feet. I did, however, finally start that garden journal I’ve been meaning to start since January. Just a brown parchment style journal, a roll of tape, a sharpie, and some snapshots. The pages are blank—perfect for sketching possible plans and beds.
I hope I actually keep up with it (I am, sadly, the Queen of Unfinished Projects), but given my love of scrapbooking, I think there’s a chance that I may. And maybe especially because it’s supposed to be raw and slapdash—no embellishments or finishing touches required. Just snaps taped and labeled, dreams shared.
In less etherial news, our lawn service guys have been prompt and efficient and pretty much the best thing ever. I could get used to having professionals in my life. The dandelions are even gone. Well, not gone, but at least short enough to no longer be an eyesore.
Ha ha!!! Suburbia accomplished!
Maybe one of these months I’ll actually get around to USING the weed killer I bought for them. We’ll have to see.
The second round of irises in the front garden have bloomed, a luxuriously dense display of purple and white. I’m thrilled to have such a classic color combo and still tickled to discover so many irises in our hand-me-down garden. Iris and this house were just meant to be.
Does anybody know what this last shrub is? We have a set of them separating our drive from our neighbors’ yard (technically, I’m pretty sure the shrubs belong to them, but since nobody’s living there right now, I’m enjoying them without qualm). I love the tiny blossoms, like snow clusters dusting the top of each branch.