LOL! Right there with ya. The fenced in part of the acre around our house, though, is my world. I only leave the house once a week for groceries. Otherwise, I'm hanging out here watching the wildlife in the gardens and writing about it. The rest of the world is beyond the fence devolving into chaos.
You have done a beautiful job here, Sue. And I know how much time and physical work it takes. The surprise element is just delightful. Instead of researching the names of the wildflowers, I would more likely just give them new names. Anything I like! ("pink babies", "flirty girls", "red spikes" ) By the way, have you tried ivy geraniums? Specifically the ivy variety, not the standard thick-stalked ones? They are actually a desert plant and don't require much water. Here they are perennials, staying green all year with two, sometimes three, blooming events per year. Irises might be sturdy enough as perennials, too? Just lovely. Thanks for the great photos.
So much work! I’m sort of glad I can’t garden anymore. We hire someone to cut the grass that is mostly weeds and clover. A Quaker friend planted some Jerusalem artichokes many years ago, but I can’t get Robert to dig up the roots. He grew up in Brooklyn in the 50s, and nobody in his apartment house had a garden. So he is just totally uninterested.
I used to keep pots of herbs, but they all died when I was in assisted living.
Right now, I’d rather write than garden. That’s just where it is.
I'm quickly joining that level of gardening. Jeff does the knees and heavy lifting thing while I hand water, plant the potted flowers, and tell him where to plant the bigger stuff. He's so involved with his farming experiments that waiting two more years to retire and really get to it is going to be the hardest thing he's ever done. I enjoy the results, though. We sit in the swing in the evening and feel the pride of accomplishment. It's only taken sixteen years to get to this point on this property, but this is where we're going to live until they carry us out.
Good job. I'm tired from just reading about it.
LOL! Right there with ya. The fenced in part of the acre around our house, though, is my world. I only leave the house once a week for groceries. Otherwise, I'm hanging out here watching the wildlife in the gardens and writing about it. The rest of the world is beyond the fence devolving into chaos.
We can only do what we can do...
Me, too, Marty. I love to HAVE a garden. WORKING in a garden, not so much...
You have done a beautiful job here, Sue. And I know how much time and physical work it takes. The surprise element is just delightful. Instead of researching the names of the wildflowers, I would more likely just give them new names. Anything I like! ("pink babies", "flirty girls", "red spikes" ) By the way, have you tried ivy geraniums? Specifically the ivy variety, not the standard thick-stalked ones? They are actually a desert plant and don't require much water. Here they are perennials, staying green all year with two, sometimes three, blooming events per year. Irises might be sturdy enough as perennials, too? Just lovely. Thanks for the great photos.
So much work! I’m sort of glad I can’t garden anymore. We hire someone to cut the grass that is mostly weeds and clover. A Quaker friend planted some Jerusalem artichokes many years ago, but I can’t get Robert to dig up the roots. He grew up in Brooklyn in the 50s, and nobody in his apartment house had a garden. So he is just totally uninterested.
I used to keep pots of herbs, but they all died when I was in assisted living.
Right now, I’d rather write than garden. That’s just where it is.
I'm quickly joining that level of gardening. Jeff does the knees and heavy lifting thing while I hand water, plant the potted flowers, and tell him where to plant the bigger stuff. He's so involved with his farming experiments that waiting two more years to retire and really get to it is going to be the hardest thing he's ever done. I enjoy the results, though. We sit in the swing in the evening and feel the pride of accomplishment. It's only taken sixteen years to get to this point on this property, but this is where we're going to live until they carry us out.
Neat story of LOTS of hard work!
LOL. I only wish the gardens were as "neat" as the story.