Over a month ago I mentioned
transplanting my old yard. To be accurate I was not transplanting I was just trans-ing. The plants have been forced to live in garbage bags, ceramic pots and plastic containers since then.
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Korean boxwood, strawberry geraniums, lily of the valley, daisies, curry plant, hosta... |
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More boxwood, Lenten Rose, peonies, veronica, lavender..... |
Slowly, very slowly, I have been planting them in what I have begun to refer to as 'foster homes'. You see, our yard is not to a point where I can provide permanent homes to all my 'trans' plants. Much of the yard looks like this.....
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North side |
an like this....
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South west side Note: the leftover 4'x8' luan used to protect the floors during restoration now is our promenade to the garage |
I have begun a small project in order to get some plants in the ground before the blistering summer settles in. This spot on the shady north side of the house is to be a patio of irregular bluestone edged in
broken antique brick .
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The small patio is off the screened porch |
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Broken bricks outline the patio and crevices between stones are spots to snuggle in some foot-friendly plants |
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Hosta, Helleborus, Aquilegia, and ferns find new soil to their liking |
(Eddie, do you recognize the red, rope-handled watering can from your cottage outside C-ville? It's my favorite one but it's yours if you want it back. How did I end up with it anyway?)