Finished garden renovations

gladioliIt’s finally ready. After literally years of having a backyard that looks like it was used for World War I recreations, the renovations are finally done. We finally have a garden that’s level, even if it’s not quite complete. Getting my husband to finally replace the mud and the trenches around all the piping into a livable space has been an uphill battle, but the end result is definitely worth it. The space looks three times bigger than I remember and is the perfect blank canvas for my creativity to take hold of. Honestly, it’s unbelievable, really, how long I put up with living in a bomb-site. I’m just so relieved that I’m finally going to be proud of my home. Well, I will be soon, but not yet. There’s still a lot of work to do, but now it’s my turn.

My husband has never been interested in the more aesthetic side of landscaping, even when our yard was an eyesore it never seemed to bother him, but I can’t wait to sink my teeth into the garden. With spring around the corner, I’ve been looking at hippeastrums as well as grasses and trees. I can’t wait to brighten up the place and add my own personal touch. Of course, I’m not just going to plant daffodils. No, I want the place to have a classic, timeless feel, so in my spare time I’ve been looking up the different kinds of gladioli, just to help get my eye in. There are so many different things to chose from, it’s all a little overwhelming. And of course, even if I wanted his help, Daryl won’t go near the gardening side of the garden with a ten foot pole. I can’t say I blame him, the yard was his nightmare from start to finish, I have a feeling he’s glad to be handing it all off to me.