I don't want to look at an ugly propane tank the rest of my natural born days. I'm not overly fond of the satellite dish either, but I have to live with that if I want to send and receive messages from the heavens.
It seemed simple enough. I bought seven boxwoods, Buxus microphylla var. koreana 'Wintergreen' to hide what I could, the propane tank, in a yet to be grown and determined Pearl Fryar topiary. How can a simple boxwood have such a long drawn out name?
A half hour planting job turned into a five hour ordeal when I cut one of the buried cables to the satellite internet. I won't bore you with the details. The repair was extraordinarily tedious before the last two boxwoods could be tucked into the ground.
I left an opening for the gas man. Now I'm thinking a small gate could go in there. And by the time I might get around to that I will have forgotten that the cables for the satellite internet are buried right along the entire length of the boxwoods.
Look at the nice late season color developing on the Kousa Dogwood planted by the front porch.
Boxwood and Dogwood. The mundane structure of the garden to be slowly keeps getting added.