The “Gate to Nowhere” and the “Butterfly that Does Not”…
The “Nowhere Garden Gate” needs a name right? Grandma’s gate remake turned out quite well. The original little gate was made by Great-Grandpa and had seen much better days. We tried using it as a garden gate for a few years, but it just did not survive the weather. So I asked if we could copy the pattern and make a gate to nowhere.
Ingenting Port sits next to the greenhouse and the tire bed. The little flower bed ended up being a makeshift thing, not intended originally. But it’s so difficult to mow in the area, that I made a bump out bed. The Snap dragons need a little support, right? We won’t ever use the gate, so hubby put some fence posts directly into the design and I can just push the support rods into the ground. (I am learning that white shows up really good for me in the summer time. So having little “land-marks” all over the place gives me something to aim for when I am walking about the acreage doing garden chores. This blind thing sure trips me up sometimes.) Whalah! An Ingenting Port!
No one will even remember the name. But I though we should use some Norwegian for the little gate.
We already have a Bridge to Nowhere! So why not? Well, maybe the bridge is on an island of rocks, but… The landscape plan just failed me at the moment when we needed a home for the bridge where it would not sit in dirt or lawn and rot. Right now it is the home for some other plants and the new tree.
Cocoa’s tree is purchased. We picked a Prairie Gold Aspen. Not sure if that was a good one, but it looks like if the tree stands alone it can be quite a specimen. We will plant it in our pet cemetery. I have some other ideas for the landscape in that area also. But for now it will mark our beloved pony’s resting place.
The Butterfly that Does Not is looking better. We put some seed out over a month ago in the large wings and though there is much green the flowers are slow in coming. Of course the runaway Black Eyed Susan’s are all along the perimeter on the outside. I dug up some of the runaway Susan’s and put them down south next to the Cottonwood that survived from my plantings a few years ago.
The Peacock / chapel plant that has not been real happy in my house might actually make it. I finally decided to put some pebbles on a tray and keep water under the pot. The plant desires such high humidity that it often dies off in the winters around here. Next time a plant says “experienced gardener” I will probably pass if up!
Still very hooked on the mosaic crochet back pack bag. I just love this pattern and the color coordinates are endless. Don’t think I’ll ever be the same again. This is so much FUN!