This is my roadside bed at the beginning of summer. I suppose I could have a scalped hillside of grass with a bit of fuzz in the drainage ditch like my neighbor across the byway, but that would be boring and who has the time for all that weed whacking?
Instead perennials are planted. Wildflowers are seeded, encouraged and ignored. The unwanted and undesirables are removed every so often. I end up with a cacophony of color.
Who knows where some of this stuff comes from. It just arrives.
But some devilish quirk in a gardener's genetic makeup is forever demanding more. More perennials get planted. More wildflowers get seeded, encouraged and ignored. Some of the unwanted and undesirables get removed every so often.
The cacophony grows.
A cozy little cabin is tucked below the roadside bed and the roadside vegetable garden with the wildflower surround. It peeks out as the world passes by.
It's no wonder that many people slow down or come to a stop while driving by on the scenic byway. How often do they see roadside weeds on steroids in somebody's front yard?