Spring is in the air and our garden was in need of a haircut. French Husband, Sacha, and I set out with clippers after breakfast. We are amateur gardeners, who debate where and how much to trim. It is a guessing game our garden labor.
Luckily, the garden plants are sturdy and have weathered time with our seasonal haircuts… and survived.
Our garden (jardin in French) is small. As we live in a dry climate, we have planted plants that do not need much water. We have old roses, jasmine, lavender, thyme, rosemary, orange blossom (that is what I call it), autumn crocus, yellow jasmine, sage, iris, a grape vine without grapes, orange trumpets (another one of my names) and ivy.
Oh and we have a ton of fake topiaries . They never need a haircut, nor water, talk about low maintenance. They make us feel like pro gardeners.
There are two mushrooms in our yard. Sacha wanted to paint them white with red dots on top. Thankfully, French Husband and I voted the same; Sacha lost by one vote.
I bought the mushrooms at my favorite second hand store. A table and a bench came with them. The set is made out of cement and heavier than the earth itself. A mover brought the pieces to our house. BUT, BUT, BUT the table did not fit through the doorway!!! The table is hanging out at a friend's house until I can figure out what to do… cutting the table is the only option and one I am trying to avoid.
The other day I met Massilianana , who reads my blog, she is French, who was living in Brazil but has since moved back to Marseilles. Lucky me! Massilianana gave me this jasmine plant. I found the green pottery hanging planter at my favorite second hand store, and Massilianana found a pink polka dotted cafe au lait bowl.
A reality photo. The clippings. Since we are not allowed to throw yard clippings in the garbage, nor can we burn them, we have to take them to the dump. As our car is not a pickup, nor very big, dumping yard clippings makes gardening an adventure. French Husband tied the clippings into a bundle. Aren't they attractive like that?
Note: Our neighbors have a small garden too, on the other side of that wall. Their bamboo is a natural shade for the window.
The fountain, as you know we made using old stones from a facade that was torn down in Marseilles.
We are going to put rocks between the terrace and the fountain. The cement table I bought will, one day, go were the green iron table is… and the green iron table… I will wear on my head.
Here is the fountain under snow.
and here it is in September.
Wait until Spring!
These are some of the roses that grow on the wall…Spring is beautiful in our garden, but by the end of winter it is barren.
Talk about yard clippings, my hand hurts more than my rib at this point. These are the clippings from the orange trumpet vine that grows on the trellis. French Husband is certain I cut off every possibility of the orange trumpets ever blooming again.
Spring will surprise him!
We do have a few flowers in planters.
Are you excited for spring? How does your garden grow?
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