Well, I kept my promise, getting all of my haul planted semi-leisurely. Walk with me through the front garden – after the big haul.
|Larger side of front garden, seen from the street.|
|Through my writing room window.|
|Smaller side of front garden.|
|From the front porch.|
|Lantern, oleander on left, pieris on right.|
|Another oleander, left, next to bench. Rhododendron on other side.|
|The head of Phaedra finds a place in the garden.|
|Anise (foreground). Franklinia (center right) already showing leaf color.|
Above, the big red threadleaf Japanese maple, is an example of old friends blending with new ones. The maple, brought from my former garden in Connecticut, seems right at home in Georgia – and adds structure and stability to the young space. And of course, beauty, always.
Similarly, below, the four stones (a small fifth stone's out of view) came from my old garden and now add a touch of familiarity in the space near the front door. Too, the space has begun to moss up.
This is the garden so far. The planted big load adds a bit more heft to the garden, but there's still enough room to double the number of plants I've put in; that's the marvel of building a garden: The more I plant, the more space there seems.
That's the good news and the daunting news. No question about this happy-making news, however: As more time goes by, more grass goes bye-bye.
That opens the way for more mosses.
And now, hauling and building continue. But in smaller loads. Really.