Last Sunday I got some time to get the plants that my friends Lois, Catherine, and others had given me into the ground. I should say I made some time, because as I explained to Michael, I wasn’t going to be able to sit and relax until I had gotten my hands into the soil, and made my imprint on the gardens.
The garden, needing some love. |
Bush thing whose name I *should* know. |
Siberian irises, orchid, and other lovely things. |
The grass things given some room to spread, and the “little groupings” of plants between them. |
Potential rock garden. |