As the MOTH & I gave plants as gifts this year I had to go & dig & water, the hose waving wildly as I swatted bities.
Our garden is something of a mish~mash. Like so much else it was begun before the MOTH broke his back & ground to a halt through the years we struggled from day to day & week to week to get him back on his feet, functioning, but only able to work from home.
I got our canopy in ~ essential as our west cooks, baking the ground like cement. The canopy reduced our outside temp by about 15 degrees! I picked at the garden over the years but never really had the money to go for it full on, nor the time to devote to it while I was running all over Brisbane with the ODD. That has now changed.
The half acre or so around the house is another matter, & good for the sort of arguments that break marriages. The MOTH is a trained horticulturalist ~ a scientist, a specialist & a planner. I am a gardener, unscientific & prone to produce chaos. The bush house, the air plants & orchids are anathema to a soul that delights is abundance, lush greenness, wildness. Compromise has to be the name of the game we are neither of us good at!
Just the same we have begun under our northern windows with what we could agree on: azaleas! I love their abundance of flower as much as I mourn their lack of fragrance but I seem to have finally convinced the MOTH that not all gingers will run rampant through the whole garden & we will get the most glorious fragrance!