My long-term gardening plan where I live in Maine is simple in the abstract: let the woods grow in from the edges over time and find something other than grass in the middle.
As always in a garden, concrete reality becomes more complicated.
I’ve got dogs. Big dogs. Digging dogs. These big digging dogs have […]
When I moved up to Maine 3 years ago, the place I moved into had a deck of pressure-treated wood shoved into a south-and-east facing corner. It wasn’t connected to the steps, so you had to walk to it. It didn’t face the street, so it wasn’t made for socializing. It got splintery and rickety.
Time lapse of this last morning of summer, just down the hill.
Enjoy the change.