Oh you hateful areas, how you smirk at my despair, knowing that I am galvanized into inertia in the face of what a transformation from dreadful to pleasing entails. When touring gardens (and there have been many this summer) I habitually look for the hateful areas of others-surely they are acceptable in my own garden if open gardens have them ? Of course they are never seen, because those who open gardens have a plan that hides, or fixes the more godforsaken regions of their plot- It's the outdoor equivalent of putting up a decorative folding screen to hide the litter box... pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.
Here are mine...confession is the first step towards rehabilitation.
The RV parking parking space, which does not have, nor will it ever have an RV. Look at all the concrete ! I will say that a few months ago ago this looked much worse, featuring a falling over fence and many piles of discarded lumber and other crapola that didn't fit in the trash toter. Since concrete removal is not in the budget this year, or the next, I am toying with the idea of slapping a raised bed right on the tarmac .And incidentally, why do I keep buying pots ?
This outside the fence (and thus for all to view) portion of the RV features many cracks and is prime garden real estate..full sun all day ...and in perfect position for a border of shrubs and large grasses to hide any unsightly debris next door.
This hateful bed has undergone an exposure change due to the removal of a listing patio cover and two large limbs that dropped from the likewise hateful liquiambar . It has that worst of all exposures , all morning deep shade, and blasting afternoon full sun. This is the first thing I see when I come out the back door , but I have become adept at averting my gaze. I am formulating a plan as we speak. This weekend I chopped down a mature 'dwarf ' euyonymous whose stump I fear is a permanent fixture as the roots are a dense fibrous shovel-proof mat and I hesitate to use explosives so close to the house. Stump and digging attempt are seen in upper right. Perhaps a can of spray paint and it can pass for garden art ?
This is my so-called entry garden. Not only do I get to view a moonscape every time I go out my back door, I get to view this mish-mosh when I go out the front door. This unlucky spot is under the dripline of my last remaining Birch, which sucks up all the water as soon as it's applied.Rainy season (if we have one) is the only time this area looks passable. The Birch is on the hit list , and the red twig dogwood lies in wait in it's attractive 5 gallon nursery pot.
Removal of the Birch moves down the list because of this sorry corner of gloom, in which I foolishly planted a Japanese Maple many years ago before the neighbors Ash tree had acquired its' present gargantuan proportions and turned this corner into the Black Hole of Calcutta. Check out that Anabelle hydrangea---nice huh ?
I know what success looks like and this isn't it !
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