I’ve been working at The Rock, conveniently located in my front yard. When the world was new all this was lovely. The rocks were clean -which makes a huge difference!- the plants young and vibrant… and of course there was a damn sight more of both.
The plants… well, some were stepped on enough by painters to finally die… I pulled others up because they were too ugly to live and I do believe the rest of this mess is going to go. I hate the yellow and green foliage almost as much as I loathe the rocks.
Even rocks wear away with attrition, which means I take them for the bottom of my pots, use them for filling in holes and the neighborhood kids throw them at each other. Which would be all to the good if there weren’t so damn many left. Gah! Mulch is so easy; you simply get in a new batch every spring and freshen things up. Rocks suck. Ever tried to move a bunch of rocks? Every action requires back muscles.
Anyway, here are the ‘areas of concern’ as Suzette would say. At least one bed will be going, as soon as I can feel my legs again. That mess ‘o palms sort of in the middle I’d like to mulch if I can raise the back of the bed up enough.
Suggestions?? I can’t seem to grow hibiscus, though every other house on the street has at least two varieties flourishing. Love crepe myrtles, but I’d have to order what I want, as none of the local nurseries stock much.
Getting a new door and I’m thinking a nice, deep red. Too much? It would make a change from the unrelenting white. But the yellow stuff must go. I am unanimous in that.
Of course I had to take a photo of the flag snapping in the not.a.sea.breeze. And no, those two pictures aren’t exactly the same.
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