These nice people are helping me make two new beds---king-sized beds---in my back yard. Gone is the lawn with the chemicals required to sustain it, chemicals I think caused the cancer that last year claimed our sweet 8 year old Golden retriever, Mollie.
To come are two huge parterre beds in which I will plant irises, peonies, poppies, agastache, salivas, rock roses and other wavy, fragrant, butterfly-attrapping delights. And that will just be the start. I favor four-seasons gardens with something lovely for every moment of the year.