I'm not the owner of the pictured house, nor am I the designer of the pictured front yard, but I'm fairly envious of the knowledge and commitment and creativity of owner.
I came across this house on a random trip around town while driving down a street that I may not ever have seen before. Finding it is a testament to a friend's practice of purposely driving unusual routes from point A to point B on occasions when you're not in a hurry. I was with the aforementioned friend and we took a detour for him to show me a small hidden park in Manhattan. This house was a WBC (wow!-brake!-camera!) event; defined by a moment when you are stunned by a garden while driving, suddenly slam on the brakes, and take a photo out the window to document the vision of the gardener.
Here is everything we've been talking about in natural landscape; a smaller, less-carbon-footprint house, a front yard of ornamental grass that needs mowing only once a year (composed primarily of what I think is Calamagrostis 'Karl Foerster'), and a few native perennials to brighten up the edges (notice the remnants of the Black-eyed Susans to the lower right). It seems to be right out of the recommendations of influential texts such as Sara Stein's Noah's Garden. I didn't go creeping around the house, but there is likely only a very small back yard surrounded by some woody areas. I took this photo knowing I'd blog about it, all the while hoping that the owner wasn't calling the police about the stalkers taking pictures from the road. I disguised the location by eliminating the house number from the picture, so I hope the owner doesn't mind the anonymous publicity. They'll get a visit soon enough, however, from the Garden Tour group with an eye towards being a host site of a future Tour.
I love this landscaping and this house (particularly since our empty-nest home seems suddenly too large), but I also know that I can't do this on the Flint Hills prairie that I live on. This house is relatively safe in town, surrounded by miles of paved crossing roads, but imagine this yard and house out on the Kansas prairie (or in Southern California) with a grass fire moving towards it. Yikes!
Though an old gardener, I am but a young blogger. The humor and added alliteration are free.
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Pleasing Combos, Native or Not
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Soon, the lilies will fade and other accidental combinations will quietly bid for my attentions. The next round of blooms will be the colorful daylilies against other neighboring plants, and then the late summer flowers such black-eyed susans and daisies will hold center stage, and finally grasses will become the focus of the garden. And then another growing year, along with all its fleeting combinations, will be gone.
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