I would like to begin this post by bragging on my family's ability to garden. My great-grandmother grew fresh vegetables until she was ninety. My Grandfather was a farmer. Both of my grandmother's have beautiful flower gardens. And, despite what she may say, my mother has a beautiful yard full of beautiful gardens. I like flowers. I love herbs. I am grateful to my beautiful, hearty knock-out roses that have beaten the odds and thrived in my backyard. That being said, we recently grew tired of our crazy out-of-control yard, so we overhauled our front garden area. When we bought the house, it was a lovely manicured area full of high-maintenance shrubs and things. (I know they have names, but I am a little plant-ignorant.) We ripped out all but a few plants and "planted" rocks in their place. We love it! After a week, we decided it needed some color. Remembering that we have neither the time nor the talent for gardening, we decided on mums, marigolds, and potted herbs. I turned wrought-iron center pieces used in our wedding reception into planters using cheese cloth to keep in the dirt. I hope it doesn't all wash away after the first rain. In the mean time, it has the potential to be just the pop of color we want.
No comments:
Post a Comment