As I mentioned a few days ago, my garden is a horrible mess this summer. Under the best of circumstances, my garden lives by the philosophy of benign neglect. This is not a yard for sissies. If you need constant tending, you really don't belong here.
But this summer, benign neglect has been carried to an unreasonable extreme--so much so that "benign" hardly seems a fair word to use. In the interests of penance, I therefore share with you these pictures of the front yard. I haven't got pictures of the back to share yet. It's too painful to look at.
|Somewhere in there are my shrubs.|
|Let's pretend the crabgrass is a border planting, yes?|
|The sidewalk needs a mow.|
|This is my DAD'S fault! There are some lovely geraniums and other |
perennials in there, but they are swamped by a mind-boggling, aggressive
outbreak of black-eyes Susans. THANKS A LOT, DAD!
|Although the Susans ARE pretty next to my Shasta daisies. |
I forgive you, Dad.
|Oh, what a world...|