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My mother’s garden has been a feature of every place we called home. Once my parents settled into the home where they retired, almost the entire yard became gardens, with each section planted so that there would be something happening throughout the year in the Pacific Northwest. What follows is a small sampling of photographs from the past decade or two.
My folks had a significant portion of a concrete patio ripped out shortly after they took ownership of their house, leaving a covered patio off the family/TV/media room and enough uncovered space for Dad’s charcoal grilling. Much of that uncovered chunk was turned into a tiered potted garden, with a variety of colors and shapes of foliage. Yes, that is a greenhouse/garden shed in the left background. We kids put the garden shed together one summer early on, from a prefabricated kit. It has stood going on three decades of rain and wind. The orientation lets Mom start plants in the late winter, so she, with the assistance of her undergardener (Dad) can get them into the ground at the earliest safe date.
The back yard also features lilies in season:
As you approach the house from the street, one side of the property line is defined by a rose garden, with a variety of colors and shapes, hybrid to heritage. Here is one bush in fairly full bloom.
These are all nice photographs of pretty flowers, but the best was taken some years ago by my mother, who proudly shared her photograph of Jude the Obscure in full bloom. Have a nice cuppa and take time to smell the roses.