For the first time in my life, I get to have a garden of my own. To say that this is a long-awaited event is an understatement.
Until last summer, I was living with my parents, who are lovely people with execrable taste in houses. Or, more specifically, house locations. Cedar forests can be beautiful, for sure – but not when the trees loom over every inch of your yard, blocking the sun even at noon in the summer, clogging the ground with their roots, dropping acidic needles on every surface, and in short making it impossible to grow anything but ferns (I hate ferns), rhododendrons (like them less than ferns), ivy, or Herb Robert.… >> Read more