This was the view out my bedroom window when I was growing up.
We didn't concentrate much on landscaping because we were surrounded by natural beauty. My dad cut the yard grass with a swather and baled it for hay once a year. We mowed a bit around the house, and aside from a few pots of flowers, our landscaping efforts were limited.
My adult attempts at landscaping are, at best, awkward. My cause is not helped by the fact that our yard sits on solid rock, making a luscious lawn an impossibility.
excuses reasons for my pathetic yard include the high sodium content of the water, the arid climate, and the fact that the dog has made a practice of digging up any improvements I have made in the past 10 years.
After several years of battling -30 degree temperatures in the winter and 100+ degree temperatures in the summer, I relented to the whims of Mother Nature and agreed to change my approach. I rocked many areas of the yard, planted hardy shrubs and junipers, and admitted that a pansy will never last longer than three weeks in this country.
Junipers grow quite well in the pasture near our house.
Junipers do not grow quite well in my yard.
My husband decided that all we need is a little fertilizer to get the grass growing. Remember this? It is now dumped and distributed around my yard, and now that the rain has been falling, it is tracked by 10 mud boots into my house several times a day.
(And just in case you're wondering, that is not my front door, although it used to be a bedroom in the house we lived in for several years.)
I am weary of the battle. I stink at landscaping. I have a new plan.
I figure a few samples of that, moved by the tractor bucket into my front yard, will be enough scenic beauty to satisfy my landscaping needs.
And it won't even require water.