Needful Things
Rather than write a blog about the awesomeness of gardening, it occurred to me today as I was planting a recently acquired white Siberian iris that I did not need (but bought anyway) that I should really be writing a letter to an intervention group asking for help with my plant addiction.  In fact I may be doing our yard a disservice should we ever sell, as it would not be fair to pass along this jungle with the expectation that  the next owner would be as dedicated.  Or, perhaps just the mere idea of it will keep those liking the house to even consider ownership?  Or, with luck, I will sell to someone who appreciates having a yard unlike any other.  And if I ever feel like I've gone too far, well... the neighbor behind me is working hard to catch up, except he might have done me one better.  What used to be a level yard filled with green grass and a few shrubs is now a stage for a train set complete with tracks, suspension bridge, town (with solar lights, so we can see all the little windows glow at night), and a forest of evergreens.  I haven't seen the train leave the station yet, but perhaps the "whoo whoo" is not far behind.