I am a gardener. It takes a certain amount of courage to say that with confidence, but I think I’ve mustered the skill and the confidence. This is the story of my garden. I have lived in this house since June 23, 2006. The yard was in sad shape then, overgrown and untended. I think the previous owner had delusions of garden, but she didn’t take care of her beds. And she didn’t plan them well. So, I ripped everything out and started from scratch. I have to admit that I hired a landscaper to do the front yard. The lovely sweep of boxwoods and the hydrangea hedge were his idea, as was the bald cypress that anchors the north west corner. He also put in the beautiful brick entrance way that makes such a grand statement. Forgive the ubiquitous garden hose.
That’s Callie, the calico cat, in the doorway. The cat that lives with the pana rhododendrons is much easier to care for, but slightly less entertaining.