He said, "Yeah, right."
It's possible that I don't have the highest credibility on this subject. For instance, every August I heave a frustrated sigh and say, "This is absolutely all the garden I can deal with. No more new flowerbeds!" Then every spring, I dig a new flower bed.
At most recent count, I have six flowerbeds in the front yard, two shade borders and a hillside of wildflowers in the side yard, five blueberry bushes, a pea and cucumber patch, a raspberry patch, and a small flower bed in the back yard. Also, I helped the girls each put in a flower bed outside their bedroom windows.
Tom likes to tell the girls that when they come home to visit in twenty years, they'll find him in the front yard with a shovel, digging up the last square foot of yard for me to plant something. I pretend to take offense, but I really am thinking of how utterly freaking amazing the yard would look if I could plant the entire two acres in gardens.
You can sum up my garden philosophy like this: More is more.
I spend a lot of time weeding.
This is all a roundabout way of explaining why I've been persona non blogger this month. May is the key gardening month in Maine. I've been tilling, amending soil, sowing seeds, dividing perennials, and planting annuals. I thought I'd give you a peek. In this photo, you can see four of the six front yard beds, including the bizarrely-shaped new flowerbed. Every day I cock my head at it, decide it's not quite right, and dig a little more here, a little more there. Eventually, it will blend. My style of garden planning is what you might call kamikaze. Plans are for the wusses. Just start digging. I have a similar method when it comes to cutting hair, which is why I never, ever do.
Yeah, there's an above-ground pool in my front yard. Quelle white trash, yes? It happens to be the ONLY completely flat piece of yard we own, so the neighbors have to suck it for the three measly months of swimming weather. I try to distract them with pretty flowers, but it's tricky to pull focus from an 18-foot cylinder of eye-bleeding turquoise. Someday, when the kids are past the swimming-in-the-front-yard age, I plan to make that spot into a flower bed. Surprised?