My boss has a garden full of large, large plants. I have never had a garden full of large, large plants because, for starters, we never lived anywhere long enough to really get a flower garden going like some English cottage dream. And I don’t think my parents would have liked that. I think it would have felt messy to them.
But I’ve been thinking about here, with an acre and a girl who doesn’t like to weed and while there seems like there might be something cool on the surface about having, say, one thousand pansies, I’d really rather have plants that take up some room. I’m trying to pay special attention to what parts of the yard get what kind of sunlight so that I can figure out where to plant herbs and such.
Of course, we should be unpacking, but we seem to be taking our own sweet time at that. Maybe if we’re lucky, I’ll do some dishes tonight.