I referenced our backyard in my previous post. When we moved in at the beginning of March there was an overwhelming amount of snow covering all visible vistas – and a continued forecast of snow. snow. more snow. This lasted for an unprecedented amount of time. The only reason compelling enough to enter our Forever Winter backyard was the disposal of our household trash. Luke took on this responsibility and made the trek through our backyard tundra, carefully navigating the copious amounts of dog excrement left behind by the previous inhabitants. As a result, I was quite acclimated to having no reason to venture out back.
Until sometime in early May I stepped outside and found this:
It's not that I expected an illustrious backyard oasis. But the 12x12 bare patch (the remnant of the aforementioned tenants' inflatable pool) and the mound of sand (used as weight in the bottom of said pool) negligently left behind for me to contend with were certainly unexpected. Also, any remaining grass was actually just a composite of various weeds cohabiting with tall fescue (weed grass).
With no previous gardening or landscaping experience, other than childhood memories of pulling weeds and watching my Mom produce bountiful gardens in every home we lived, I couldn't resist the challenge of cultivating this wasteland into something enjoyable. Full of inspiration and zeal I got to work. Hard, backbreaking work.
It's not perfect or exactly where I want it to be, but it's closer.
In efforts to combat the large dirt-patch eyesore I decided the best course of action would be an attempt at making it appear intentional. I enlarged it significantly and intended to fill it in with gravel to create a cozy patio by the garden. Unfortunately, as the expense of reviving this forgotten frontier mounted, it highlighted the unreasonableness of shelling out another $250 in gravel alone on a place I rent.
Oh yeah, the garden. What started this whole process was my vision of having a lush garden overflowing and overcrowded with old-fashioned flowers, relics of english countryside cottage gardens. Inspired, I crafted large curved beds encapsulating my yard's perimeter. Unfortunately, I did not have the foresight to recognize the correlation between the size of my newly created beds and the substantial amount of plants needed to achieve a teeming cottage garden.
As it stands, I now have an even bigger dirt patch and oversized but slightly inconsequential flower beds. So here's some more close-ups – my attempt at overlooking the sparsity: