By mid-May, I make time to plant. I load up pots from the last 5 years and drop them off to be recycled, then head into the nursery to find more. I could spend $1,000 on plants in one afternoon, but I never budget: I wouldn’t stick to it.
Rice grass is my first indulgence: even a tulip has nothing on a cloud of seeds shivering in summer. Then Penstemon pinifolius with red flowers. I already have the yellow; I have 6 Penstemon species out of 300. The woman I ask for help tells me she has no native ground covers, but I find pussytoes and sedums.
Maybe I should work here.
Every summer I say:
I will finish the yard this year.