When we built our house and put in the “lawn”, I confess that we were not enlightened enough about water conservation. So we have a large expanse of grass that I have been gradually eliminating with flowerbeds. The grass is native Bermuda that came from the pasture soils we dumped over the rocky caliche yard areas. As the weather gets hotter and the occasional rains have stopped, the grass will be more yellow than green.
Since I’ve never really shown the overall layout of the land, here goes with the front of the house, which faces north.
The house is not really tilted – just my photo.
Although I would like to blame someone else for many of the choices in the yard, we both agreed to most everything. I still think that our location, surrounded by pastures, does require a large open space.
On the left side of the front, against the house, there are heirloom Daylilies and some hardy well adapted Yellow Columbines. All the Daylilies were planted close to the house because those were the only flowerbeds we had when a friend gave us a whole trunk-load of newly dug bulbs. Nothing had been done to the yard yet except stone laid for the flowerbeds and sidewalks. So with no soil preparation, they were planted into the thick clay and have been healthier than should be expected
Let me interrupt myself: when we were outside the other day, a baby Barn Swallow fell or was pushed out of a nest under the edge of the front porch covering. It just took a dive into the grass in front of us and stayed there, probably stunned. Eventually, it did fly away.
Just to the right of the porch is a bed of Purple Heart. Then further right is Woodland Fern.
Another aside: The wet walkway is from a 4 one-hundredth of an inch morning rain. Lately, we’ve had several of those rains with some up to .20 inches. Not really enough to water but enough to cause really high humidity. And that is something we are not used to.
So with the humidity and the gnats, caused by lack of wind, it’s been a killer to work outside. Whatever we complain about usually comes back to haunt us. For me, that’s been too much wind. So now we’ve had the opposite.
To those hardy souls who garden in the deep South, you have my sympathy and admiration because you endure humidity that soaks your clothes in minutes and all kinds of pesky flying menaces.
The Purple Heart has almost filled in its bed. In fact, enough was growing out onto the walkway that I was able to break it off and share it with someone who wanted it.
In the foreground of the picture is a pot of African Bulbine.
Then, in the only true shady bed, is the Woodland Fern. Columbine keeps trying to take over, so it requires diligence to keep it out. But I don’t always keep up.
A potted Boston Fern in the corner has a pot of Kalanchoe in front of it. The leaves on this particular Kalanchoe never seem to look healthy, but the blooms keep coming.
Also, tucked in that corner is an Elkhorn (Euphorbia lactea Haworth) that I’ve had for 5 years. It’s also called Frilled Fan or Crested Euphorbia. Although it thrives in the heat, it does better without direct sun.
It just keeps growing upwards and is tricky to move inside during the winter because it has sharp barbs on every edge.
Another bed of Daylilies on the west side comes to the edge of the front fern bed.
As you can guess, I feel that I should apologize to those who urge us all to go xeriscape. But I don’t truly like that look, especially in the extreme. My preference is for an English Garden look, which I’m working towards using some drought tolerant plants and natives.
Happy gardening whatever your style.
“Gardening is a mirror of the heart. Gardening is a way of showing that you believe in tomorrow. Gardening is an exercise in optimism. Gardening is not a rational act.” Margaret Atwood