My Parents’ Garden

You may remember that my parents’ garden was featured in the Ottawa Style magazine in March.  Now that I’m home I am gratefully exchanging my horrible rock-and-slug-strewn pit of despair for this lush greenery.  Let me take you on a bit of a photo tour.  Keep in mind that I don’t know what many of these plants are called. I just like ’em.

My parents’ house is one of the larger ones on our block and has a lot of glass from which we can look out.  So it’s pretty distinctive.  Add to that the veritable jungle my parents have made of the tiny property surrounding the house and it gets quite a bit of attention.  This is looking from our infinitesimally small “back” yard (which actually is to one side, in the front of the house) towards the front jungle — I mean garden.My parents installed wrought iron grates in the fence so that they could converse with the neighbours.  There is also one at dog-level facing the street, so the dogs could converse with the neighbours, as well.Unexpected items are a staple to my parents’ decorating style, and this does not stop at the threshold.  Weird and wonderful objects can be found in the garden at any turn, like this gargoyle.The clay spheres in the succulent patch are another example.There’s also a turtle pond disguised at the back of the yard.That’s Darryl.  His sister Marge is camera-shy.  Don’t worry, they live in a big tank in the basement during the winter, and have been happily looking down on our family for the past twenty years.  We expect them to cause trouble for another thirty or so.  Turtles are definitely a lifetime commitment.And, of course, there are more tomato plants than you could really imagine.  We never, EVER want for tomatoes.It’s just as easy to get lost in the front yard, which is only about 2m deep.It’s amazing how much you can cram into such a small space.  You can see my dad nearly buried as he works on repairs to the front walkway.Everywhere you look there is beautiful detail.And vibrant colour.Lush greenery.

And homey accents.  Every small pet we’ve had since we’ve moved in, which includes a hedgehog, countless mice, and all the birds who break their necks running into our windows, are buried under the honeysuckle arbour.It’s good to come home.

Author: allythebell

A corgi. A small boy. A sense of adventure. Chaos ensues.

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