A gardening friend and mentor who moved away a couple years ago recently emailed me to say she was in the area and would like to visit. Lovely! But also — a little like when your mother-in-law (substitute your feared relation here) calls to say she's coming to dinner. You immediately look around your home with her eyes, and bite your lip. (Not that I fear my mother-in-law. I love my mother-in-law. It's just a figure of comedic speech, to be sure.)
Here are just a few of the less than entrancing things I noticed in my garden.
The flower windmill was stuck there by my granddaughter so that's sacrosanct!
And the two garbage cans contain perlite and vermiculite — quite tidy but just not ornamental. I don't know where to store all my propagation stuff. Storage — it's a perpetual problem.
Oh, and the telegraph pole on the left — that's one of those environmental uglies most gardens have. But it does host a regular gathering of woodpeckers which is amusing. And it brings electricity which is definitely useful.
Edges make the lines of a garden clean — sort of like adding contrast to a photo to make it pop. This I know even if I don't practice it.
Also there's the nice silver ball that I haven't quite found the right spot for, and the broken blue goose that I'm going to do something creative with one of these days.
I did remove the pink flamingos so that's something, right?
Maybe your garden has none of these untidinesses and foibles, but I fear mine always will!