It’s time for an update on my courtyard garden. The thrill of saying that hasn’t dimmed after a year, and I imagine I will still be delighted about it if I am lucky enough to have a courtyard garden decades from now.
First, a quick before-and-after pairing to show the changes in the structure of the garden. I built a fence between the house and the detached garage, then replaced all the lawn with paved walking and sitting areas and planting beds. I kept the lily pond and the mature apple tree, and there are a couple of mature pines that hang over the fence.
Another pairing of May and August gives a sense of the difference one summer has made in the plant growth. I’m really happy about how quickly everything has grown — well, those that have lived. Like most other gardeners, I have killed a fair number of plants. In this garden, most of the dead ones are trees and shrubs; very few of those that are familiar to me can survive on our 12 inches of annual rainfall (none of which falls in summer) and my stingy irrigation.
However, many plants with silvery foliage are thriving, and I find that I really love silver/gray tones in this high desert climate. It must have something to do with how they reflect light, or maybe their blue tint calms the harsh light and is more soothing to my eyes. At any rate, they feel refreshing.
I have always loved garden sage, and I’ve planted plenty around the property. Some favorite new silvery plants are blue dune grass (Leymus arenarius, which I realize is considered invasive in coastal areas), seafoam artemisia (A. versicolor), miniature pussytoes (Antennaria parvifolia), creeping roundleaf horehound (Marrubium rotundifolium), and stork’s bill (Erodium chrysanthum, a gray-leaved wild geranium relative with pale yellow flowers).
My preferences in flower color also changed with the cross-country move. Pale pinks and purples really appealed to me during Minnesota’s humid, hazy summers. Here, though, the orange tints are my favorite, and the pinks sort of look washed out, even in early morning. I still love pale yellow though.
So it’s goodbye to some old familiar plants and hello to some new ones. Gardens are play, after all, and I’m grateful for every gardening moment I get.