One of the things I wanted to accomplish was moving some of my more meaningful Michigan plants from the old house to my boss/friend's yard, where they could flourish until I have a place for them.
There are a lot of plants in here, including several roses, a big mountain daisy bush in the middle, chives and mint that are a couple generations old, winter and summer savory, lemon balm, lillies that my mom planted decades ago - representing a bouquet of flowers my dad bought her when he was deployed over seas, borage, and a few more meaningful plants.
I didn't have a camera, so I used the crappy one on my phone to take some shots.
I bet this spot will be gorgeous in a few years. *sigh*
I miss my garden! But I'm determined to get over it and move on. What else can you do?
I was out digging in pouring rain in a blue and gold dress, surrounded by poppies and roses and flowering sage and irises and so much more flora that I had spent hundreds of dollars and hours coaxing out of cold Michigan mud, feeling sorry for myself, when my neighbor friend came over. She told me I looked like a garden fairy. We chatted and laughed in the rain, and I offered plants like I have for years.
At least my mark on Grand Rapids isn't doomed to degenerate into wildness forever, given that at least half a dozen yards in the place have blooms originating from my tangled collection. That makes me feel a little better:)
A few last shots from my former Leonard St. garden.