My neighbor down the street has quite the landscape going on. I stopped by yesterday when I saw she was in the front yard working. I told her I really liked the garden. I will say she did not quit edging and weeding while we talked-how like a gardener. But I do think she was pleased by my interest. Gardeners are born with the willingness to share gene. Hers is a small but very striking garden. Trees and shrubs are entirely symmetrically placed on axis to the front door-as is a wood arbor keeping a pair of red climbing roses aloft. But the most visually compelling element are the pair of triangular shaped beds that make for a deep V, intersected by the walk to the front door.
I will say I have never seen landscape beds cut in this shape. These diagonal lines are very strong and exciting. The formal geometry of my garden is much more traditionally and quietly laid out in squares and rectangles. These are bed lines that zoom, zoom. How they looked immediately made me long for a project where I might experiment with this shape.
The gardens are a mix of perennials and annuals-I see a lot of confidence here in plant choices-it is clearly a collection of those things she likes best. Red flowers are a dominant theme-there are red roses, geraniums, and a pair of continus on either side of the front porch. We did talk a little about it. She told me that working in the garden was a great stress reliever. But I could tell she gardened for the sheer joy of it.
It turned out that she was a docent in my garden years ago, when it was on the Pontiac garden tour; we had plenty to talk about. I do so appreciate that she has turned the better part of her front yard into a garden. I drive by twice every day, so I can keep up with what is going on. I told her the neighborhood was lucky to have her. We have our share of abandoned houses with the grass a foot long; this I hate to see.