Here's how my patio is supposed to look. Trust me, I"ve got a loooooong way to go.
Oh sure, there's all the usual drudgery to be performed.
Weeds to be pulled.
Leaves to be raked.
Furniture to be washed and cleaned and put into place.
Grass that is begging for fertilizer.
Slugs that are begging to die.
Just kidding. My backyard slugs don't want to die and I don't want to kill them. But those wicked little gastropods inflict ravage and ruin upon my plants, so we've reached a happy compromise in which I throw them into my curb-side composting bin, and the trash man hauls them away. Good riddance.
But I'm itching for more than hard labor with a hoe. My imagination runs wild with ideas for transforming my tiny corner of the world into a more interesting and enjoyable place to spend time.
I have an obsession with wooden docks and a nearby industrial neighborhood that seems to have a limitless supply of pallets. This walkway seems like a no-brainer must-do.
Usually I find empty frame arrangements a little too kitschy for my tastes, but this one is growing on me.
Let's see, do I have a place for a new trellis? Check. A good source of small-ish branches for the raw materials? Check. A no-nonsense workman in overalls to do my bidding? Surprisingly, yes. Well. Minus the dandy bibs.
I find it hard to believe that you could actually spray paint those gigantic, cheapo plastic supermarket balls and have them turn out to be this awesome, but I feel almost obligated to find out.
At least ten years ago, we built one of these for the backyard. I painted it purple and it still stands, proudly bearing a load of purple clematis. Sometimes, when I am daydreaming about the billions of projects I'd like to do, I need to remind myself of something that I have already accomplished. Helps me keep my head on straight.
Way back to the early days of my life as a homeowner and a gardener, I've dreamed of trying my hand at espalier. Translated from the French, that's a term that means tying a tree up against a wall and forcing it to grow flat. Sounds mean, but it looks so cool. Maybe this is the year I actually give it a go.
I have already heaped every horizontal surface inside my home with succulents, it only stands to reason that I should continue my efforts outside and go vertical. There will be no stopping me.
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The story of my gardening season: