Flowers make me happy. Plain and simple. If you knew where I lived and could see my yard, you would pick up what I am throwing down. I have a hippy garden. I have almost one of everything in the plant world that grows in the Pacific Northwest and beyond. Poppies, jasmine, assorted vines, climbing roses, hellebores, ferns, clematis, blueberry bushes and strawberry plants tucked in between them, all humming along in a fragrant love fest.. Bamboo, euphorbia, tree peonies, honeysuckle, lavender, lots and lots of lavender, etc, etc, the list goes on and on. Apple trees, artichokes, elephant garlic. Alright, there is more, much much more but I will stop. You get the picture. My daughter and her friends cheekily call our yard a ‘vegetation’.
Uh hum, you laugh.
Yes, our or my garden is a bit of a freak show but I love her. She is the weird kid on the block. The neighbour with the purple and green hair. My garden is my persona, my inner trippy’ granola girl. Cause it ain’t cool if I roll like I am straight out of the 60’s. Nothing wrong with that for any one else, just sayin’ that my peeps would make me live out in the back lane with my neighbour and our dogs and our red wine. Enough said.
If I see a patch of dirt,I say YES>>>> time for a new plant! In the midst of summer you almost can’t see the house. For instance we used to have a passion vine that passionately( 😀 ..sorry..) started to grow through the window into my sons room.He is a teenager . He really did not like that. It is that kind of garden.The kind that you like in other peoples yards.
I see it as a happily self seeding flower planet, making babies and spreading love on the wind to mostly all over the place. Sorry to the neighbours with the shrub garden.
The front yard has a beach dune I created, complete with grasses plucked on sea side walks. As of this moment they are slowly crawling down from the mound to cover the lawns territory. Go grasses go! I am their biggest cheerleader. The way I see it is, if you can’t live right on the beach, bring the beach to you. As you can tell by now I am most definitely anti~ grass, anti ~shrubbery .That green lawn just sort of sits there all lazy and hogs all the water. Or worse, the amount of toxic chemicals that are poured onto it in pursuit of being ‘the perfect green’ is so sad. Our poor Earth.
Back to my happy place.
There is a lovely place called the wine circle off to the left under a thorny and gnarled canopy of rambling roses. Fairy lights twinkle over the tipsy sippers at twilight. Many a bottle of wine has been swilled there with old pals and new. I love sitting there. The best time is just as the sun is going down and perfectly backlights the dune and the whole yard is being warmly hugged by the setting sun.
Ah, the simple things in life. That is what brings me joy.