We’ve been shuffling perennials around for the last few years. This had a lot to do with Gracie Allen’s arrival — Golden pup extraordinaire — and a little to do with the exterior renovation last year. Her first year with us, Gracie managed to annihilate an entire bed of low shrub, ground cover type euyonymous that ran pretty much the entire length of our house. First, she used it as a fort. Then, she mined it root by root and worried it to death. It was not a pretty sight. I can’t think why I don’t have any pictures of that. Oh, yes. I was too busy puppy training — as in, just because mom is digging in the garden, doesn’t mean that you can. As far as Gracie was concerned, I was the pack leader. Anything I was doing, she was doing. Oh boy.
We’ve moved every living thing around the periphery of the lawn, excluding the area of fence that separates us from our neighbor’s yard. This is where Gracie does her meet and greet. I have the stomped and mangled hostas to prove it. They are now in a government relocation program and thriving. When our neighbor grills, Gracie is at the fence, nose pressed to the wood, tail beating the ground. When our neighbor swims, Gracie is at the fence, nose pressed to the wood, tail beating the ground. When our neighbor has guests, Gracie is at the fence, nose pressed to the wood, tail beating the ground. Just say, “When our neighbor” and add …..
This is the culprit then — thinking, thinking.
This is the culprit now — planning, planning.
Campanula — I love the way it dances in the breeze.
This is a dark pink peony that I planted last year.
Its paler pink sister.
This iris siberica didn’t bloom for three years. She’s such a dainty lady.
I call this the Mother of all Thyme. It’s going to be blooming soon. Apparently, it only runs downhill.
They’re all worth the sweat. And while I garden, I plot. It seems fitting.