It's kind of a joke in my neighborhood what a "natural" yard I have. Mr. Wade, the prior homeowner, was apparently quite the horticulturist. I inherited a rose garden with named roses, a wildflower patch, and a shady spot with hollyhocks and green ivy. I, however, manage to kill about everything I plant, and guess "natural" is a nice word for "mows the grass and gets up the leaves but not much else."
My neighbors behind me, Susan and Lisa, are the proud owners of the greenest thumbs I know. Their yard puts me to shame. With that in mind, and some starter plants from Susan, I undertook edging, weed-eating, splitting monkey grass, planting hostas, and laying pine straw to make my yard a better place.
A couple of years ago, my mother in law was in horticulture school, and with her newly-acquired skill of identifying the hollius americanus, pinus treeus, and the wildus weedus, set to drawing out my yard and advising me that certain plants grow better in the shade than in the sun, and that my rose garden got too much shade to grow roses real well.
A few weeks ago I commenced the weed-eating, the flower planting, and the pine-straw and mulching. It's going well.
My next project is to add a bench, some garden decorations and pea gravel to my former rose garden for a backyard oasis. I'll keep you posted.
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