This morning it is raining, ever so softly. You can’t even hear it on the roof.
I sit in my garden room with the dogs fighting for equal lap space, the watering can fountain trickling behind me.
I am trying to decide just how I want to approach the east side yard. I am reasonably content with the back of it. But just outside the two walls of French doors, there still is no patio. And I can’t summon up exactly what it is I want there.
This part I am okay with.
It is these two areas below I am most concerned with. Obviously I have to do something about this spot especially. It is ugly. Plain old ugly. It has not received any beautification yet. Do I want flagstone where the gravel and weed fabric is? Do I want a wooden deck? A concrete patio? I sort of waver on this decision. I am wondering if I need someone who does overall yard design to help me out. To draw out a plan. And who to call for this if I continue to be stumped.
I don’t know what to do about these pathways. Which are slick when it rains. And weeds seem to grow through the boards.
I welcome all ideas!
I am pleased to see the leaves start to cover the tree branches. Thus I will know just where I have too much shade for planting and where I don’t. I inevitably plant too soon, before they are leafed out. And then realize I have planted in the wrong location. Because I get antsy and just want to plant.
I just want to see p-r-o-g-r-e-s-s in the garden so badly I can’t make myself wait for nature to guide me.
And I’d like to see the end of this yellow pollen that lies on every surface too.
Do you feel this incredible urge to plant before it is time? To populate your gardens with seeds and plants before you are sure just where you want what? Am I alone in this ever confusing predicament?
I do this every single year. Sigh…
I get anxious to get the gardens moving. To urge the season along.