I’m not married to a gardener, and no funds were ever allocated to improve a yard more than the lawn it was created with. Years were spent collecting rock from construction sites and countryside, and more than one complaint was expressed when plants unexpectedly appeared to be tucked into the earth around me.
While my other half worked overseas quite late in our lives is when fineries began to appear in the gardens without justification. It was a lovely period of my life. It was also a hard existence always dominated by enslavement to controlling invading greenery from nice but inconsiderate neighbors through the chain link barrier.
Reaching my seventies with declining health issues in tow, I declared it was either burn down the gardens or build a wood barrier to emancipate me from the assault of intolerant neighbors with mean dogs. That demand was met, perhaps as a safeguard for a happily ever after kind of life.
I think of my garden as gardens, although I'm on just a small square of property with a house stuck in the middle. The south side of the house is the backdrop of the prairie patch. Photographs are seldom near the house as its concrete stucco base just cries ugly to this photographer. The slope drains it, and although water collects on the pathway after rain, it seems to thrive.
Backyard is dry in the upper right corner, but a rain garden exists below to collect runoff of rain from the yards behind and aside us. It seems not a plausible existence, but it works. The main backyard is the wildflower area and my favorite of all favorites come early spring.
The far end above the prairie patch is too water logged during wet weather, and ground cover or small shrubs seems a viable solution, but I have yet to discover a controllable one that loves sun and shade and drought and moisture. Quite a tall order. Fungicide had to be applied once this year to this area to control the white fuzzy bloom cover that grew after a wet spring.
The front yard is complicated, and a perpetual headache most of its existence to make it eye candy worthy to a neighborhood of manicured lawns. I’ve resorted somewhat to a barrier of shrubs to block out the rest of the gardens that are a bit on the wild side.
I’m abandoning this blog for a bit as the holidays begin, to see if there’s anywhere for it to really go. I feel like I’m in that groundhog movie of repetition, where I have to come up with a better narrative than the one before each time I post. Eventually, instead of standing at the edge of this cute little incline of wildflowers in my backyard, I’m standing at the base of Mount Everest. I’m too old to want to climb Mount Everest :’(