|One's perception is often dependent upon how a narrative is framed, and curves are gentler, curves are more inclusive. That is my perception, anyways.|
The photo of our rear garden was taken from Alannah's bedroom window when the rains were in full-swing last week. The photo of the front garden was taken from my usual vantage point - hanging out the family room window. Remarkably similar shapes, aren't they. The curved garden at the back is pure flowers, pure pleasure, sans utility. I have Bijou Sweetpeas, prostrate Gardenias, hot pink Cyclamen, white Allysum, Sweet William, Primula, and Lobelia, as well as a sprinkling of succulents.
In the front garden, I am tossing up between Lavender (which I am useless at!), and Pompone Dahlias which my maternal grandfather grew prolifically. I have just discovered that there are Raspberries and Blueberries for temperate climates, raspberries being a biennial cane, and blueberries being a bush.
Both Kirsten's husband, and Kirsten's father, today commented that the celery I planted last week is growing more wicked by the day. Goodo ...