I love to garden. Wherever we live, even when we don't own the property, I can't resist playing in the dirt. So when we moved here six years ago and I was given permission by the landlord to make a little garden along the fence line in front of our parking area, I was never so happy. A blank slate of my very own.
Now that we are in our last spring, I want to remember how it looks now that it is filling in and almost finished. (Because gardens are never really completely finished, are they?)
The farthest from the house, this end of the garden is the least developed, but I am very pleased with the way the large purple iris (far left) that we transplanted from the front of the house last fall has bloomed. None of that iris had bloomed in the front of the house since we moved in. It just needed a different home, I guess. The little tree was transplanted from the flowerbed that runs along the east wall of the house. It was taking up too much space and had to be removed. So John dug it out, and I found it a new home by the driveway. It even bloomed this spring with tiny white flowers. And see the little low ferns on the left? We transplanted them from the woods. Aren't they cute? |
Katie and Joseph salvaged this yellow iris from the woods down the road. Another gardener in the neighborhood had removed it from his garden and left it there to die. Hooray for new colors of iris! |
This iris was transplanted from the front of the house in Fall, 2009 |
Here's what the same clump of iris looked like in Spring, 2010 |
"I made myself gardens and parks, and planted in them all kinds of fruit trees."
-Ecclesiastes 2:5
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