Last fall, a good friend of mine said I should take some monkey grass off her hands, so I spent a day in her yard digging it up and she spent a day in my yard, planting it, plus a few extras she didn't want anymore, and we created a skeletal frame of a garden.
All of that work reminded my husband that he had wanted to change the slope of the yard, so he bought three yards of dirt and two yards of pebbles for drainage.
Of course it rained hard before we could complete the job.
Spring was a long time coming.
But we finished the chore.
And then Gene put down sod.
I planted some begonias, and some other things, too.
The asparagus ferns are being terribly stubborn, but a few are starting to show signs of life.
Gasp! Just look!
Still, they were a bit late, so I brought in some southern woodland ferns to make them jealous.
What are some of the things I planted? Ha! The peonies I beheaded while planting in the fall survived!
Here's a rose bush we replanted.
I bought a plantain lily. Don't let the name fool you; there won't be any flowers:
Here's the hydrangea that started the whole thing!
What is this?
So much shade that I had to hang some flowers to catch some sun:
Is this a hosta or is it a autum joy sedum (thingamadoodle)?
What the whaty what what?
The calla lilies are in bloom again. Such a strange flower. .. I wore them on my wedding day..." Annotate that!
It is a long shot, or at least, it feels like one. I'm an expectant father for this garden, walking up and down the aisle looking for signs of life, digging up the detris and hoping, hoping, hoping to see some green.