“The real voyage of discovery lies not in new landscapes, but having new eyes with which to see.”–Marcel Proust
If you’ve read my two “About” paragraphs, you know I’ve been through a lot of gardening phases and crazes. The current phase began nine years ago, when we moved to a house with a big (for southern California) lot. The front and back yards consisted mostly of lawn and concrete paths, built on what seemed to be a bottomless layer of shale–no actual soil is evident no matter how deep we dig. It was the worst possible combination of factors for water conservation, and after the second summer of the lawn expensively gasping out its last in the middle of June, we decided we had to do something.
We spent more money than we are accustomed to, hiring a landscape architect to draw up a plan for the back yard; said plan involved a meadow and big swaths of drought-tolerant plants forming the bulk of the landscape. We implemented the plan, incorporating a lot of California natives. We had been busily steeping ourselves in waterwise landscape information; we absorbed the Doctrine of No-Lawn, which was refreshed annually at the April Theodore Payne Garden Tour; we made pilgrimages to native nurseries within driving distances, we attended lectures, we met True Believers. In the end, the backyard works, mostly. Parts of it are messy (I prefer “rustic”), and like any gardening effort, it’s always being subjected to tweaks due to unexpected growth, death, and the occasional burst of insight. It takes less water to look presentable than the previous arrangement.
But when it came time to redo our front yard (mostly lawn), I knew we were going to take a different approach. I didn’t want to spend money on outside advice this time, and I didn’t want to go native, because keeping natives front-yard-worthy year-round takes darn near as much water as a lawn. An all-native yard in the summer can be a sad, sad, sight, and kind of jarring to the viewer when sandwiched between houses with expanses of green extending right up to the sidewalk.
We dithered for a while, looking through landscape books, talking to nursery staff, trying to decide what drought-tolerant plants could work in our front yard, and really not hitting on a plan. Then one day I was out for my morning walk, and it hit me–the answer was literally all around us.
We live in a “starter-home” neighborhood–that is, the residents are about 1/3 original owners and 2/3 first-time owners. Since the houses were built in 1961, it doesn’t take a math genius to figure out that the original homeowners are getting up there in age, and may not be able to care for the yard as they once could. Some of the first-time owners are strapped for cash, working long hours, and/or raising families. All in all, it adds up to some less-tended home landscapes. This turned out to be a gold mine for me. I started noticing what thrived–what continued to grow in spite of haphazard or no watering, amateur or no pruning, and just general benign neglect.
With my new mental framework, I roamed the neighborhood, taking mental notes, asking people about their plantings, getting to know my neighborhood landscape and my neighbors. I started noticing that the plants that survived were the very same ones I was seeing planted in gas station strips, in Target parking lots, in planter beds by the now-defunct Blockbuster. We overlook them because they’re generally sheared into submissive lumps, or full of roadside debris. But even so, they flower, they add green, they host bees and other beneficials–and when I took the time to consider them individually, each one was a knockout, full of color and texture and interest. And once established, they were water-wise; just as important, they conserved other resources, like energy and money.
So I decided my approach to the front yard would favor the tried-and-true: standard landscaping favorites that are so common our eyes don’t even register them anymore. Shrubs and trees and perennials (annuals and I broke up a looong time ago) that, while I might not buy them at a big-box store, would nevertheless be available at the big-box stores. No exotics, no special trips to the native nurseries, no hand-holding. What these old faithfuls would do for me is be reliable, once planted. What I would do for them is try to group them in unexpected ways, allow them to flower rather than hedge them into stiff clipped attention, and to view them with new eyes–for their true, long-taken for granted beauty.
I think you have hit on some great tips and the photo of Ian in contemplation is the perfect accompaniment.
So nice to “see” you here, Richard! I think Ian is the perfect accompaniment to any picture, so we are in full agreement, as usual! I hope you will chime in with your own tips and experience with gardening, because I know you and Caroline have plenty!
I found myself nodding in agreement when you started talking about noticing the median and parking lot plantings. I do the same thing. Those commercial landscapers are on to something! Yay for your first blog post!
Thank you for the “Yay!”, Rhett! I appreciate the support–and I’m glad the appreciation for the common plants runs in the family–somehow I’m not surprised!
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