Finally! I love my yard.
It is nothing special. Since I live in a PUD, there are constraints on what can be done, especially in the front. But working within those constraints allows for breaking out of my pre-set patterns, and thinking of gardens in new ways.
It is still very much a work in progress. It is very different from my previous yard as both the climate, landscape, and neighborhoods are all very different. But it no longer looks like a dead mass of packed clay with scattered patches of sickly grass and weeds. For this I am grateful. I am happy also that not everything has been planned out. There are plenty of empty patches, spots I can fill in with assorted annuals now while I dream and plan what they may be in the future. No point in rushing that though. The best gardens, like homes, and like people themselves, grow and evolve with time.
I am seriously thinking about some irises though. None of the irises pictured here are from my garden; they are from the gardens of my neighbors, snapped during my morning walks with Tikka. But they remind me of how much I miss the tall bearded irises form my garden in Hyde Park.
And so I am planning an iris bed, specifically a spot for reblooming tall bearded iris. Louisiana and Siberian irises have already been planted in the back, and I am looking forward to their season, but I miss these Grande Dames of the iris world as well.
And so the search is on. I can admire my neighbor's irises, I can gaze at the irises on display, begging to be planted, at my local Lowe's, and still wait until I find exactly what I want. I still haven't toured local independent greenhouses and nurseries, and it is possible that I will find something I love, but if not, I know of good Iris breeders from whom I can order for fall planting.