I’m not a gardener by any stretch of the imagination. I don’t get pleasure from working in the yard, although there is something pleasant, in the cooling air of an evening, about watering ones plants from the hose. Southern Idaho is high desert country. Without irrigation, the land is sagebrush and jackrabbits and rattlesnakes instead of rich farm land and green golf courses.
Bringing my yard to life with bursts of color has been a slow process in the four years since I bought my home. My daughter dug up sod along the back fence a couple of years ago and I had curbing poured around all of the flowerbeds. Last year, before I broke my ankle, we (more honestly, my daughter) got some perennials planted. But because of that same broken ankle that remained non-weight-bearing until September, I didn’t get to enjoy my patio or the new flowers last summer.
Thus, it’s been with delight that I’ve watched the color begin to flourish. I need to plant some more perennials. A couple from last year didn’t make it, plus I want even more variety. But I thought I would share some photos from my yard, just for fun. This year, I had a yard service bring in mulch. It isn’t the red mulch I prefer. Next year, I’ll do it myself and get the red again. It makes everything look so much better.
Oh, I forgot to take a picture of it, but the rhubarb I planted last year that I thought must have died as it didn’t come up last summer, is alive and well after all. Maybe I’ll have enough for a pie come the end of summer. I do love the sweet-tart of a rhubarb pie.