Note: There is gallery of photos at the end. I’m still having trouble successfully inserting pictures into my posts without tears.
This spring I started my seventh garden. As a Foreign Service spouse, that’s how it’s been: move, make a garden; move, make a garden . . . . Five in Africa, one in Chevy Chase, Md. Now, here we go again.
We bought our 1920’s rowhouse last August. The back garden is about 16′ x 74′. We’re really lucky to have this much space in Glover Park, where normal is a tiny plot in front and a deck overlooking a parking pad out back.
What was already in our long narrow garden was not bad. We have a deck, which sits about 4′ above the ground, a 6 1/2′ tall stockade fence — nicely weathered — and a flagstone sidewalk to the back gate.
There’s a huge old holly tree (a male apparently, no berries) about two thirds of the way back. It provides morning and mid-day shade and shields us from the view of some Wisconsin Avenue shops and restaurants (and their noise). Unfortunately, it also drops its prickly little leaves like crazy in mid spring. Continue reading “The new garden”