Let's admit, right off the top, that this is not a good time for this. It really is too late in the season. It probably would have been best to start this about four weeks ago, so that one could actually purchase plants after one had done some planning.
But that's OK. One has to start sometime and the cusp of the first week of June seems as good as any.
I have no idea if anyone out there in blogland will join me, or if this will merely be a solitary exercise. If it is solitary, I'm not sure I'll have the stamina to continue (in any case I welcome input and advice (as always)).
But.
But, like my basement, I can't stand the state of things any longer. Summer is really here and the beds are bedraggled. (We missed Spring. When we left my lilacs looked like this:
Now they look like this:
At least I didn't miss them! They are already "done" in so many parts of the country.)
The inspiration comes from my sister-in-law's house in Ottawa. We stayed with her family for a week. (My brother-in-law and 14 year old niece also inspired me food-wise. Oh, man, could they cook!)
This is her front yard:
And this is mine:
And buried in there is this bit of uninspiring border:
See what I mean?
5 comments :
Make a plan for Garden Therapy, and I'll join you in my teeny-tiny way, as the lone plant on our balcony may be fossilized. My project won't be large or exciting, but it'll be sincere.
I'll cheer the two of you on, and garden vicariously through you -- I'm too afraid of mosquitoes to actually get out on my balcony and do any real balco-gardening (can't use skeeter repellent).
Ooh, I am so in the same mode now that the weather is finally nice! Although I am ignoring my front lawn and concentrating on my back patio where we spend 80% more time. But I am so on the same page I was going to hit the nursery tomorrow and go plant shopping (clever them, sent me a coupon yesterday, it's like they read my mind).
Great!
(I'll say more when I've had my coffee.)
I'm in! In fact, I spent the day working in the garden without realising how on-the-pulse I was being.
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