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This garden, below, creates a new trinity, its own world. Nothing hodge-podge-lodge or dinky-is-stinky about these ornamental grasses. More, hydrangeas and trees too ? Cup runneth over.
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Trees, hydrangeas & ornamental grasses. Wicked.
Pic, above, here.
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Exciting to see a 'new' garden. I'm all in.
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Interesting tree stakes. Lots of wind. Zero protection against deer. Greatly protective. I once lost a large sasanqua after transplanting. Winds. Rocked too often by wind, new roots continually ripped from the soil. Loved that sansanqua. Once dead, called my mentor Margaret Moseley, told her the story of my terrible deed against the sasanqua. "Taaaaara, (in her great southern accent), I know exactly what happened. When I move a plant like that I always place a few large rocks atop its roots."
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Garden & Be Well, XOT
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Oil portrait, above, Margaret Moseley.
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Margaret has been gone since 2015, she lived to 98 . Miss her terribly. She is a great story in my life, will tell it another day. Many hours I walked her garden with her. The stone bench she's seated upon, has a great history. A pair of slave cabins, mostly rotted, not entirely, were near her property. Small, both slave cabins had a fireplace with large hearth stone. With permission, she moved both hearthstones into her garden for benches, using stones from their flues for legs.