Ever since I moved to this house 13 years ago, I envisioned a yard filled with native plants. 
I don’t mind the soft touch of bluegrass under my feet, but why do we need so much of it?
I started small, filling the small spaces with buffalograss, planting side-oats grama, mountain mahogany, but I wanted a native meadow. Out came the garden beds. 
Out came the turf. In went the butterfly garden, only to die in the drought that turned the century. I may put a vegetable garden in its place.
Scattering yarrow seeds years ago, I didn’t imagine the weeding I do now, the struggle with the invasive roots.
Five species of penstemon out of three hundred. I’ve just started.
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If your goal was making your yard look like a wild field, you succeeded. It looks a bit susceptible to wildfires though.
Bernard, some days I wish a wildlife would come through just that part of my yard and burn out all the weeds. It would save me some work. I wonder if Broomfield would let me do a controlled burn?
I should have posted a picture of the field next to my garden: just covered with seedheads.
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Living downtown like I do, I think the open space looks lovely pretty much just the way it is! I love the energy of the city, but I do sometimes think a bit more nature in my daily life would be nice.
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I guess I’ve done so much restoration that I notice noxious weeds, kind of the way I notice typos because I’ve been a copyeditor so long. But open space is nice. I’m glad I got to have a home with a good view of the mountains for so long.
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