When we first came here last July I wanted to tear the place up and drop half our savings in the garden center. My husband said “wait a year. See what happens.” I was offended and planted a few things anyway.
Now it’s mid-May and I think he was right. Waiting and not gardening is no fun, but I’ve learned that all sorts of wonderful things grow wild here. Not just in the general area, but on our property specifically. My flower-buying days might be over.