Overhead needs some removal, too.
We are overrun with lush greenness. There are no 'before' photos because all you would see is green. Above is more 'during' removal of green. If you look closely you will see Punica blooms on the right and an abundance of what looks like tall grass but is Crocosmia, a true thug. It not only seeds about but sends out stolons to plant itself beside itself until it covers all its neighbors. It is easily pulled and mowing is effective.
He went around Stokesia, and a pink Begonia from last year.
I had to start more side paths through the beds. Stepping stone paths just never worked out well. A 54" wide path works well. You are looking at 'Little Gem' Magnolia in this view. I'll show you Magnolia from bud to bloom in a later post.
Virginia Creeper vines and other undesirables just about 'took the place' as Mama used to say. A dogwood seedling planted by birds, some Hydrangeas and some other desirables were sacrificed so that I can get in there to save Gingers and other tropicals.
Stick House in the far view has some new decor.
Spanish Moss! I grabbed some when I went to look at the pond. The best moss where I can reach was over big pools of water, so I have to wait to get more.
This was once the Fairy Garden. Even fairies would not frequent it in its state before mowing. Creeper is still climbing the Live Oak, much to be done to clean it up and no plans to plant right now, just keep it cleared.
Above are 3 azaleas that were also overrun. You'll see this space again. I have plans for it. Delivery of some of material for my new plan caused the destruction of White Dawn rose's cedar post on which it climbed. I'm afraid to pull out the post and see how much of White Dawn was destroyed when He Who Mows backed across the lawn, kept backing and then pulled forward, saw what he'd done and tried to push the post back upright.
White Dawn before the tragedy.
White Dawn will grow back. Or not. You will not see pics until White Dawn is again presentable. This was its finest year.
I comforted myself by looking for other things to be grateful for. I picked a handful of California Poppy seed pods and put them in a paper bag. As I was typing just now, I heard the familar POP as a seed pod exploded in the bag. Why did you think they're called Poppies? I am collecting pink poppies seeds like crazy as soon as the little holes open up. Wonder why the red are so slow to dry and open?
There's an Agapanthus bud. Sammy is blooming, precious little landscape daylily he. True Lilies are blooming, orange/peach first. Ratibida is bursting out with those little 'hats' that amuse so after planting himself in the white bed beside the greenhouse.
I am still finding sprouts at the base of plants I thought were dead for sure.