I’ve had a couple of walks through Bryn Mawr this past week because of my dental trial and tribulations. While going to the dentist isn’t something I like, seeing all the English gardens in that town made it a lot nicer.
I’ve liked that style of gardening since I’ve been a kid. Back then, city people put in a lot of flowers and ground cover and not much in the way of grass. I’d love to do something like this with a section of our garden. If I had my druthers, I’d come up with a plan to do the entire front of the house like this. It would stick out like a sore thumb in our cookie cutter neighborhood, but it would be cool. I’d start with a privet hedge along the street to frame in the yard. I’d plant pachysandra underneath. I’d put in lavender, salvia, bluebells, hyacinths, jasmine, and catmint. And I’d pack in those plants so that no grass would grow underneath.
It’s just an idea. But with most actions, they have to start with a dream.
