The neighbourhood we've moved into is quite nice. The houses are all well-kept, nice cars, the gardens immaculate. And then there's our house. There's nothing wrong with our house or the cars, but oh our garden... We have the dubious distinction of having the messiest and worst front garden in the neighbourhood. I'm told this is an honour and that I should be proud, but to be honest, I'm more embarrassed.
This picture was taken from my bedroom window yesterday as Elliot slept. It's a bit difficult to understand the layout of the front of the house from this picture, but basically on the left (unseen in the photo) is the proper driveway (which is very, very steep going downwards and therefore almost unuseable. Hence the second driveway built running through the middle of the garden, which is pictured. Between this driveway and the door are meant to be decorative rocks (which get kicked about) which currently is littered with tree droppings and weeds. The only grassy bit (surrounding the massive tree) is covered in overgrown weeds and blownaway branches, and yet more tree droppings. There are a few plant pots which house dying bushes and weeds. How very lovely, don't you think?
I don't know how to make this nicer. I can sweep and clear out the branches and weeds, plant some flowers or cute little trees in the pots. I already have full-length window pots with flowers and some hanging baskets. We're considering cutting down the tree, but how is this miserable front garden ever going to turn out nice?
The back is a different story entirely, I'm fully inspired by it and have a zillion plans... a vegetable plot, clematis, red roses (not that I know a thing about gardening) but I'm at a loss for the front. Sigh. Thanks for listening.