I spent one summer watching Grease with a bunch of my cousins. Over and over and over again. I wanted to be Olivia Newton John. Race nor lack of singing ability were of concern. I think this is where my love of all things Australian began. So when I spotted a plant with Australi in the name, I couldn’t help myself. I kind of don’t even care about the flowers of Baptista Australis. The green leaves are good enough.
Baptista Australis (False Blue Indigo)
Happy Mother’s Day
As a gift to myself, and my husband who is tired of hearing me complain about our ugly yard, I’ve decided to start this blog. Our yard is crappy, mostly because we don’t know what to do with it. My husband was born and raised in the city. He has an excuse but I don’t. I was raised in the country and I have hated gardening (and yard work) since birth. However, something must be done. We’ve owned this house for five years. It is time to tackle the back yard.
my yard hates me... 