We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Our planting and transplanting season is now done, as is my anniversary gift to Mrs. BD which entailed two solid weekend days of being a submissive garden slave, taking all orders with shovel, wheelbarrow, trimmers, saws, mulch, and the final load of plantings. Beer breaks and a couple of ceegars, natch. I am the brawn, she is the brains.
Transplanting shrubs and perennials is like musical chairs. There is always at least one thing that ends up with no place to go, and is left to die, roots up in the sun. Murder.
Mrs. BD has been getting interested in putting dwarf shrubs in perennial borders in recent years. In this bed, we had moved some hybrid Rhodies out two months ago, and moved those lacecap hydrangeas back against the wall (they will revive just fine, but look a little wan right now). That left a hole for these three new red-leafed dwarf Weigelas to the left of the dwarf Buddleas. It will all fill in nicely in a year or so with the goal, of course, being no space between plants for weeds to grow:
The edge is Lady's Mantle, in full bloom. It makes a solid and subtle perennial edge with its pale yellow-green florets.
We're still slogging through cold rainy weather here W. Oregon. You could see your breath last night (when the wind wasn't whipping it away). So planting is still being delayed. Most of the stuff already planted is dieing due to the soggy condition - roots can't dry out. Only my Blueberries are holding their own.
We are suppose to get a 2-day reprieve this weekend but forecasts are notoriously wrong.
Enough of the woe is me talk. Congrats on your accomplishment of completing the planting.
As I was telling my neighbor last night, I love to look at other people's landscaping. I admire the time and effort it takes to perform such artistry.... an effort I do not care to partake. I'm a landscape minimalist.
My neighbor is removing a way overgrown bush (more a tree than anything) from the front of his house. The base on this monstrosity is way over a foot across. I told him when I removed a similar one from in front of my house shortly after I bought the place, the center was a hollow hive chock full of termites. That incident inspired me to remove the rest of the bushes and replace them with a ground cover vine. Now having been the recipient of two termite swarms recently I have started a war against even vines up against the base of the house.... it provides cover for the termites to build their little tubes up to the brickwork weep holes.
So, I enjoy other peoples landscaping and wish them luck against the insect invasions it can bring.....