I like "guerilla gardening". This weekend, I undertook two converse guerilla gardening operations: (1) I planted plants from a neglected lot in my garden. (2) I planted nursery-bought plants in a neglected lot. (Pleasantly symmetrical, non?)
- A while back I planted some "horsetails" in my back garden, lovely spiky reedy things. They look nice. They've been gradually filling in. I thought it would be nice to have a whole bunch of them, but over at the nursery, a whole bunch of them is a big bunch of change. But then while walking Floyd, I discovered a huge patch of them growing in an abandoned lot around the corner. So... I helped myself, dug up and transplanted as much as I could haul, as much as I could want. Better that they beautify my garden than grow neglected amongst weeds.
- The house next door has sat vacant and blighted for years now. The owners mow the yard but nothing else. And it's surrounded by a big nasty chain link fence. I hate that fence. So... I bought some star jasmine and planted it at several points along its perimeter. With time, that ugly fence will become a bursting throng of beautiful flowers with a glorious smell.
Down with ugliness! Up with plants!