|Here's a 30-second walk-through of the front garden on July 17, 2019|
|The front, sunniest part of the garden|
is at its peak in mid-July. Double-
click to see a full screen slide show.
Though we had been in our new home since April, we still had only a nodding acquaintance with one of our next-door neighbors. We knew he was a Boston police officer and his hours were erratic, as might be expected of such an occupation. On that early morning as we were working on planting shrubs, he appeared in our driveway. He surveyed the work done so far. Then, he grabbed his chin in one of those manly poses and asked, "When does the lawn go in?"
|Native perennial border|
along the driveway
A look of consternation came over his face as the words took root. He looked around the property, then looked back at his own lawn. Finally, to us, he said, "Not another one of those f***ing meadows!"
We did our best to assure him we weren't randomly strewing wildflower seed across our property. He left unconvinced.
Four years later, the jury has come back. No, it's not a meadow. Rather, it's a carefully thought out garden that is abundant with life. Everywhere we turn there's a clutch of interesting and unusual plants or shrubs, or a tree that is under-used and a benefit to wildlife. The garden transitions seamlessly to the wetlands behind us, and those wetlands are flourishing.
|Definitely not a meadow!|