The whole front yard scene - again, less exciting in its entirety. I'm working on it. :)
That big bush by the electrical box (and let me tell you how utterly overjoyed I've been about its presence for eleven years...) is the only plant that I still have from the original builder's plantings in front of the front porch. I think the very first thing I did after I moved into the house in 2004 was to remove ALL of the builders' plantings, five each Nandina (which I detest) and these things. I potted them all up and put them on the curb with a sign that said "FREE PLANTS"
- all except for this guy. And in eleven years, this is all the growing it's done. It has little dirty-looking white flowers in the spring and early summer, smells like oven clearner and gym socks, and I can NEVER remember its name. I tried googling for it, but nothing comes up when I search for "fugly generic bushes nobody actually plants intentionally." Except for the four people who took the FREE PLANTS within like two hours after I put them on the curb. Suckers!
|
No comments:
Post a Comment