Last summer I stood in the front yard and realized everything bloomed at once in June, then nothing happened until September. Two months of bare green stems and wilted petals. Not the look I was going for.
The front of our house used to be a row of overgrown boxwoods that looked like they’d been there since the house was built.
I wanted a real tree on the patio. Not a houseplant pretending to be one. Something with actual bark, actual height, and actual presence. The problem was the yard wasn’t ready yet and I had exactly zero ground to plant…
I planted my first row of zinnias because I wanted flowers that would carry the yard from the day school got out to the day it started back up. Most “all-summer” lists fib a little. Plenty of flowers bloom for…
My grandmother never watered her garden. Not once, as far as I can remember. She’d plant things in spring, walk away, and somehow by July the whole front was covered in color. I asked her about it once and she…
I spent the first year after moving staring at the bare front of our house wondering what to plant. Everything felt like a gamble. Wrong size, wrong spot, wrong shrub, and you’re ripping it out in three years.
