follow me down the garden path

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I like paths.

As soon as one steps outside the doors of our home, you are immediately confronted with one.

We also have lots of fences, gates, and barricades.

I have four little blond-haired reasons for this.

With a deep but narrow city lot, situated on a busy road, I must instantly direct and cajole the little people of this house to the safe pockets of our yard; much like a cattle rancher.

My need for directed footsteps has manifested itself into my gardens.

Not only for obvious reason: "Don't step on my tulips!..whats wrong with you?… I wait all year for those!!"

Also, for another practical reason:  I tend to go a little crazy when hubby lugs home that rental roda-tiller, and tears up spacious sections of our lawn, to then realize I don't have the money or energy to fill this assaulted spot of earth with plants.  Curving paths, dissecting my space in half, makes my potential garden spot not so daunting.

So, come with me and see what May does to my over- zealous roda-tiller projects:

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My Garden Muse, placed in the center with double bloom daffodils.

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This is just a rather cheap ceramic stepping stone, bought last year.  But, when you are one of those people who never really gets around to putting all the garden accessories away, neat and tidy, out of the weather all winter, then it looks like this…sometimes negligence pays off…I love this look.

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This little path is laid with slate flooring pieces.  I have had a huge pile of them for years. Another pride-swallowing- dumpster- adventure that paid off.  I have these "little lovies" tripping along so many of my garden and walk ways. This particular garden belongs to the girls.  They love to go the wildflower seed route.  So no blossoms, just random weeds poking up for right now.

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My first path layed.

Once upon a time, this charming curved path, leading to sweeping front porch steps, had pea-gravel filled in between the large field stones I wrestled out from a nearby creek bed. But once again, negligence has taken its toll.  The pea gravel is all but gone. Hungry weeds, and thick clover quickly filled the gaps.  I, as a matter of principle, never use  pesticides, and my allotted time and enthusiasm for weeding is used up in my flower beds.  Can't be bothered weeding ROCKS! 

But I have grown to love this look too.  I live in a neighborhood of immaculate lawns, professionally mulched, edged, and planted gardens.  This look is great for funeral homes and dentist offices, but kinda sterile staging a home.

I have heavy leanings toward the cottage look. My goal is to have my homes' adornments to look to have been placed there by Gramma, a generation ago,  not Edwardo last Tuesday.

Those splatter marks, in case you were wondering, are rained out chalk doodles, and smashed chalk pieces (now, that particular look does not fall into the catagory of Gramma or Edwardo).

Onto the next:

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I love the deep wine-purple color of tender infant peony stems.  Years ago, when I first started gardening, I almost ripped out these prize and lovely perennial shoots, thinking it was some gross weed.  Good thing my aversion for weeding won out again. I love this peeling section of picket fence behind it.  I purposing left this remaining section, (much to the befuddlement of my husband), when we took out our front yard fence, opting to fence in the back yard. I have a morning glory running wild on it in the late summer, and roses on the other side, that look so charming against the worn wood, and flaking white paint (again, think Gramma not Edwardo).

The tour continues (almost done)

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I love, love this gravel path that flanks our back deck.

Pea gravel is such a lovely cheap, old-fashioned lawn and garden solution.  With our narrow lot, mentioned before, there arises natural, and with my busy girls, constant foot traffic in several spots. Muddy, weedy worn down paths are a result.

Pea gravel is a great solution.  Old homes always had gravel, long before the hideous conception of concrete.  Think back to Jane Eyre, Jane Austin, and Little Women: The mention of "carriage wheels crunching on the gravel drive" is present in all these  books.  Beatrix Potters little bunnies would sneak through Mr. McGraguire's  gardens with curving gravel paths.

The point is, I like them.

The fact that pea gravel is considerable cheaper than even the most inexpensive mulch, and be bought by the truck load, is a marvelous  bonus.

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My shade garden

 

 

backed by a PINK FENCE

 

OLD LILAC TREES

 

 

and planted with

 

 

Hostas

 

 

Lillies

 

Daffodils

 

and just

 

a dapple of…


 

 

 

forget-me-nots

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the sweetest flower of all

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This sign reads: The Berry Patch

This tour ends at our not-so-successful berry patch of

blueberries

raspberries

strawberries

&

blackberries

(i don't think it gets enough sun)

So ends my tour, if you have made it this far you must not have many pressing things to do.

Excuse me while I unceremoniously climb over this next fence, its the only way to get to the back yard

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Cheers


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