Garden bloggers have been discussing the fact that magazines and TV shows rarely show gardens in anything less than a state of perfection. So they’ve started baring all on their blogs. Why? Because they can. Because we should. Because society’s overly-obsessed with the notion that everything must be perfect– our clothes, our bodies, our cars, our homes, our gardens. The cool thing about blogs is that we’re free to share the truth.
Now it’s my turn.
I have a lot of planted pots of varying shapes, sizes and colors. A week or so ago, they were mostly scattered around the yard. Even though it’s a potpourri of pots, I think they look more cohesive grouped together like this. The empty-looking pots actually contain summer bulbs. Real early-spring gardens have bare pots and pots with plants not at their peak bloom period.
An uncoiled hose in the background? I’m aghast.
I have a bad habit of leaving empty pots all over the place. They eventually make it to the greenhouse or back to a nursery for recycling, but jeeze, I can be lazy.
My chair planter. It’s falling apart, but I’m giving it a go for one more season. I re-planted the seat a few days ago and birds have been stealing the coir liner for their nests. I’m happy to contribute, I just need to know ahead of time to buy more coir. Something chomped to death the schizanthus plant I raised from seed and excitedly placed at the front of the chair. Again, I know snails gotta eat, but schizanthus? Talk about champagne tastes.
This is perhaps one of the sorriest sights in my yard. This particular spot has hideous drainage and has been flooded much of the winter. As for the toys, let’s just say my boy takes after his sloppy mommy.
An upright shovel in the yard is actually an improvement for me. Usually they’re lying on the ground waiting to trip someone.
Leaves from my oak tree have stained my patio umbrella. Flowers from the same tree are all over the table and patio. Fallen twigs? Well they’re everywhere. The yellow-billed magpies and other birds use them for their nests, so I have an excuse to leave them on the ground. Where’s a new umbrella and a mow-and-blow crew when you need one?
This is the my only “wet shade” bed. I’m working on establishing a mosaic of different heucheras and columbines. I also planted a couple abutilons, tree peonies, and lavender trumpet vines. A little impulse purchase ming fern sits in a pot waiting to be planted. This bed will be pretty as a picture… someday.
What it looks like after one summer (candle melted) and one winter (full of oak leaves and rain water). Also, the candle base was a little crooked right out of the box, unlike the perfect catalog specimen they chose to photograph.
Heucheras and columbines and vines and stuff that haven’t filled in to the point of magazine lushness.
Except for the patio crack, this view actually looks pretty good! You can’t see the portion of the patio cover still under construction.
This is not a what my piles of crap look like. This is actually a rather neat pile of crap gathered by other household members in preparation for a birthday party. I aspire to this level of crap neatness. The birthday happened and the crap still sits in plain sight.
Ooh, this is spectacularly crappy. My ornamental grasses are just coming up, I’m behind on my weeding and I need to fill more plant gaps. The empty black can with white label ties in nicely with Annie’s black and white coloring, don’t you think?
Nibbled Chinese ground orchids and pots containing new ground orchid acquisitions. Empty reddish pot laying on its side is a mystery.
Let me in!
They do this all day and night. I live to serve my dogs and they know it. They think we’re cheap for not putting in a dog door.
The greenhouse. I need to decorate it. Not that I’m complaining about having a greenhouse. When I also have a chicken coop and a shed, my life will be complete.
A friend gave me these metal thingies and I spray painted them. I spray paint things a lot. I have a lot of metal thingies. I have a lot of metal thingies that I spray paint a lot. I’m trying to cut down on thingie painting.
Yes, I own plastic and metal pool furniture. Believe it or not, they came from Smith & Hawken. The empty half barrels are being reserved for overflow tomato plants. I always start too many tomatoes.
This ceramic donkey spent years living on my grandmother’s front porch. When I see it, it reminds me of all the times she opened her front door, happy to see me.