I do love it so.
Have I told you how much I love my dogs, but how I can't possibly plant anything around the fence line because they run it up and down, and back and forth, and forwards and backwards 456,988 times a day?
They live for two things and two things only: food and terrorizing passers-by.
Unless, of course, you bring treats.
In that case, they will start wagging and twirling and pacing when they see you coming down the sidewalk. (Thanks to Yolanda - the treat lady and to our mail lady - the wise treat-bearing post woman for all the many, many bags of treats you must have purchased just for us.)
What was I saying?
OH! I know, the fence.
Well, it suddenly dawned on me (4 years later) that I could plant outside the fence line.
(Slow, but clever.)
Once I decided I would plant, I had to decide what to plant.
I really like the look of a single species along a fence line so that narrowed things down.
What else? Drought tolerant - a must.
Something tallish to match the fence and soften it a bit. Something cheap would be excellent.
I'd like purple to play off the dark stain.
Then, one morning while I was out walking, I found the answer. Ruellia! Mexican Petunia. Katy Ruellia.
Call it what you will, but this stuff is perfect for my needs.
And the best thing?
Everybody, but everybody wants the stuff dug out of their yard! It's very aggressive. As in, very.
I hopped on my neighborhood garden club message board and before the day was over, I had tons. (Gratzi, Karen!)
So, here's the fence line with trash growing:
Here's how it looks after I de-trashed and planted the Ruellia:
Looks kinda worse to me.
I mean, it does look worse, but not for long.
This stuff will, God willin' and the crick don't rise (as we say in Texas), take off like gangbusters and look like this in no time:
Purty, huh? I'll keep you posted.
(Here's the UPDATE on this project!)
Speaking of purty...
Just look at my beautiful butterfly door knocker.
Yet another lovely thing I got from Ellen's yard sale.
Oh my goodness, I just love it soooo much.
More purty for you ...
I cannot resist the lure of the ubiquitous caterpillar picture.
Nor the lure of the ubiquitous Echinacea picture.
Nor the lure of the weekend!
Hope you have a great one. I really, really do.