We moved some of the rocks, and then more and then more and more. We poured some concrete. I sprinkled some seeds. I tried not to kill all the plants and tree's my Dad lovingly planted. Somehow, many of them survived. Which is an extraordinary success considering my very black thumb. So now I am much more inclined to garden. Maybe just to cover up ugly areas in the yard, maybe because I LOVE flowers. Who knows? The Shadow knows, but not me.
|after the peace garden deconstruction but before concrete|
|Ah, the disassembled peace garden and my little guy|
|After the concrete|
|Rose of Sharon, I didn't plant it, and didn't do much but water it occasionally, and it survived and thrived.|
|This spring everything bloomed and it looked much better|
|My narrow strip of weeds and dirt|
|not terribly exciting.|
So, for my birthday I asked for plants. And this week got them. I chose mountain laurel, butterfly bush and lantana. All native, all flowering, and all drought tolerant. (I can be sporadic in my watering and we're almost always on water restrictions). That's why I don't have a lawn, just green weeds that we let grow to "seem" like a lawn.
|Laying out the pots|
|My son helping.|
|Dallas red lantana|
|Ham and Eggs Lantana|