Posts Tagged ‘outdoor spaces’
My Sister’s New Garden
My sister's new garden is nestled within hilly SW Portland. It is compact and lush. I didn't realize you could harbor such variety and fullness in a small space. Chalk it up to my sister's sense of order and tidiness.
Meandering nasturtiums splay over the edge of the patio. They thrive on the concrete's radiant heat.
A curvy flagstone path wends into the back corner, as if there were more to see just around the bend. Crocosmia has nearly finished blushing scarlet; a few sunflowers reach skyward (why aren't the centers going black, she wants to know).
In their midst stand gayfeather (liatris spicata) and a staked tomato!
The piece de resistance anchors the back wall - two significant clumps of bamboo confined to an elegant wood planter she purchased up the coast. It is both an appreciation of things past and a recognition of bamboo's beauty constrained by reality: you don't want these aggressive grasses overrunning your main garden.
My sister tends her new garden with care and delight. Whimsey and prudence. Premeditation and pluck.
The first thing she installed was the incandescent string of lights vining the translucent, shed-like roof over the sitting area, which is the perfect place for enjoying the flora while reading, writing, sipping - or, finding a brother savoring Sauvie Island Blueberries with Barbados Cream. Heaven.
Herbs – the spice of life
When late afternoon arrives in our patch of yard, we turn on the reading lights. That's because we live in dappled shade and shadows from our forested northeastern exposure. 1/2 block away it's full sun, while we're calling it a day.
One outcome of our scant daylight is we don't grow food, or anything else that requires full sun. Which is OK by me because my short stint as a food grower was neither a personal or agricultural success.
Consumers are people, too
I support the concept of growing your own nutrition, but I do not support the worry: fungus, beetles, blight, cut worms, watering, fertilizing, weeding, thinning, fencing and harvesting gallons of one thing (I hope you like squash, dear). And then, it starts again next year. From scratch. Do I lack intestinal fortitude? No, I just can't tolerate the suspense of bringing in a crop. I gladly shop for local produce. Just leave me to my perennials.Best of both worlds
I designed my garden for other senses - mind, eye, nose - outdoor spaces, fragrant offerings, inspiring creations, intriguing curves, mini-vistas and low maintenance. OK, I pamper the roses a bit. Everything else weathers; a planting survives and thrives or ... succumbs. Perennial pragmatism. My one exception: herbs and annuals in pots. I hate buying fresh mint at the supermarket. Ditto parsley, sage rosemary and thyme, invariably expensive or trucked from Mexico. In pots, these herbs unfailingly just grow, and without fuss -- my kind of crop! They satisfy my gardening principles while providing a culinary and aesthetic je ne sais quoi.
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