I would always get sad at the end of January on my porch. Just a few frozen mum stems that I didn't pull and some dirt. Then I started making…
I would always cringe when I pulled into my driveway in my front yard. It didn't help that the hedges were overgrown, the grass was patchy, and the mailbox was…
My front yard was once the epitome of an uninteresting place: only grass, a sad-looking shrub and a mailbox leaning slightly to the left. I spent a whole spring creating…
I always felt bad about my porch in early September. Simply a bare step, a dusty welcome mat, and that's it. I've finally solved that with mums front porch fall…
The second Halloween had come to the end of my front porch, which used to go blank—empty pots and dead soil, only a sad wreath on the door. I became…
My first time getting ready for a winter plant was a dismal pile of frozen mush at Christmas time. For that reason, I began taking the plunge into winter planters,…
When summer was over, my backyard was silent. Then, I began to consider my fall garden as a season, rather than an extension of summer. Now it's full of color,…
Until November, when the mums died, my fall hanging baskets went from cozy to sad. That's when I got serious about designing my winter window boxes, and I have never…
Small front yards don't mean that there will be no end to the chores around the house during the weekend. A few years ago I moved from a big yard…
Red brick houses have a warmth that vinyl and stucco can't duplicate. The first summer I tried plants that didn't get along with my brick wall, I learned a lot.…