I had originally mused upon making a new diagram of My Garden Plan but, thought better of it. Might appear to be a huge, ungainly doodle. Already, we have too much plant life growing from the loins of Mother Earth. Poor loins. I am a rank amateur.
the gist of My Garden Plan… to date and I do hold it that I might just chuck the lot and start all over again. More fun that way, no?… is above every wall is a border of box-wood. This is a perfect activity for box-wood. Mr. You thinks I have gone a bit overboard with this idea. So what? I like them and in abundance. My paternal-grandmother had beaucoup du box-wood in her garden… a veritable Paradise on Earth. For her, box-wood de-marked change. Above walls communicates this. At least, a change of level. Don’t fall!!! in visual terms.
Intermittently, I try to place some flowering bush to break the things up. Here, above the Fish Swimming Pool, I have planted two Chinese Magnolias… or Tulip Trees. One which has purple flowers is for me. Mr. You asked for white. However, his flowers aren’t in a tulip shape. Nope. They are stars. I hope he likes them when they bloom again next Spring. Mr. You missed its brief flowering. Roses & Flowering Quince do the same work as the Magnolias elsewhere.
There is one wall that does not have box-woods and this is above the massively high stone wall of the Cortile. Someone… The Who remains a mystery… planted Lille and it shall remain where it is. Too hard to yank and, the wall might crumble. I have planted a row of lavender, much like those security lights in airplanes, in case of a crash. The crash, in this instance, might be someone flying off AND down to the Cortile below… a distance of twenty feet… after a fatal misstep. Not to fear… I am covered by insurance AND the Croce Bianca with their modern fleet of ambulances is right on the other side of the bridge. They could arrive within seconds, if the men aren’t too taken with scratching their balls from boredom.
The terrace above the Upstairs Apartment has lovely grass. Every week it needs cutting. Grows like wild-fire. Along the slope to the right in the photo, is a string of fruit trees… a cherry tree, an apricot one, two prune trees… poor things. They are still suffering the effects of strangulation from the roving vines, now cut over two years ago!!!… a peach tree, a space for a future fruit tree, then, an apple tree and another scrawny prune tree, which is rallying well after the cold & rainy Winter. The slope above this string of fruit trees is sowed with varied grass that does not need cutting regularly. EXCELLENT!!! Something will be done in this area beyond just grass. Mr. You & I are currently debating The Issue. The score is You 2 Me 0. No surprise there.
As you have seen, lavender is big element here at Il Poggiolo. Grows in crappy M.E., fights erosion though it might want to be given another task than an eco-fight and, it doesn’t bark too loudly from the absence of watering every other day. In my mind, it is The Most Perfect Plant.
La Spianata... or, grassy piazza… has grass, like the terraces. I have planted three Olive Trees, which have miraculously survived the Winter. I look upon them with fondness. What else can you do with a tree that otherwise requires shaking the Life out of it to get its fruit to pour its oil over your bruschetta?
What we do not want is this disaster which, I have the balls to admit I created, in the below photo. Fine. Mr. You-know-who wants oleanders here. No. He insists upon them!!! I am also the Guilty Party for having burned alive three oleandri we had brought back from Sardinia. I felt it not to be a too great of a loss. Someone else is still grieving. So, I am supposed to yank the rest of the plants up by their roots to make room for three to five oleanders better planted along the Statale between Alghero & Feritlia, Sardinia? I think not.
Anyway, Mr. You ought to be glad our Garden is not still like this shot of a kind of nuclear Winter of two years ago. Yes. Absolute Gads!!!