I'm still planting things here and there in the so-called gravel garden. I'm saying so-called, because it still doesn't have its gravel mulch. Soon, I hope.
Some of the plants are already thriving there.
Sharp readers will notice that I did indeed go back to Old Goat Farm a couple of weeks ago and buy that Agave americana (there on the right in the green and black pot) that I left behind when I went for the Garden Conservancy's Open Days. I'm thinking maybe I should plant it in the big green pot. Right now there is an itty-bitty Jaws agave in there, with a couple of succulents.
|My gardening buddy, Chester, a neighbor's cat, likes the warmth of the gravel in the parking area.|
Down near the gate, I'm already putting into practice what I learned last weekend, about planting ferns, grasses and hostas together.
|"Mummy says when we grow up we'll be a great plant combo!"|
I put some concrete stepping stones in the bed, for anyone (well, me) who wants to step into the bed to look through the window in the fence. I put down some of the concrete stars that I made this past winter in my garage, too, when I was playing around with cement.
I actually started the day by cutting some flowers for a couple of 50-foot bouquets (like a 50-mile bouquet, but even closer to home). They were hanging down over the garden edging, in the grass, and I knew that if I didn't cut them, they would get mowed down later in the day when the grass cutting crew came. Those guys are notoriously oblivious to flowers. I guess they get into a zone when they work too. There's Heuchera, lady's mantle, lady fern, Dichelostemma, and a few grass seedheads.
|It's in a vinegar bottle, I only have one little vase. The red label goes with the rest of the decor.|
I think they turned out ok. Tomorrow the showers are slated to return, which is good, maybe the plants I planted today will get a good watering.