I live in a very beautiful area of the country, known as the San Francisco Bay Area. We enjoy the coastal climate; some even call it the Mediterranean. By all names, this is a great place to live.
But recently I moved to the house where an elderly widow was in, who never went outside. At the age of 26 she stayed here, no grass seed was planted, flowers were not planted, there was no raking. In short, it looked like something I had ever seen.
I began by ordering three 55-gallon bunkers to begin pulling detritus over a quarter of a century. This turned out to be an unsuccessful attempt, and I eventually drew neighbors. bunkers. Everyone said that I filled 8 of these boxes every week for two months to get a chance to see the land. Incredible.
This work was done, I have several trips to the store to buy the soil, which operated to destroy the clay soil. After a dozen bags of dirt and a few big bags of grass seed, we now have something that I can mow with my mower.
My neighbor was good enough to give me old but useful wood so that I could start building levels for my garden. I now have raised beds for lettuce, artichoke, lemon squash, spinach and countless other vegetables.
I decided to cut and trim the fir bush (a task that gave me a tennis elbow extremely) so that I could replace it with the colors of Allissum (Carpet of Snow), Forget-Me-Not, California Poppy and Pacific Beauty Calendula.
I found that someone on Craigslist was handing out succulents, which themselves grow very well. I even planted several plantations of the Paradise Paradise and Hibiscus plants, which are beautiful in the Atrium, and both grow very quickly.
I ended up gathering a blend of herbs of all colors and sizes.
Everyone said that I spent somewhere around 400 dollars and many, many hours to make this house feel at home, and it was worth it. I have to see the fruit of my efforts, and I feel good about how it looks. I even now hesitate all the hummingbirds around the hibiscus.
My son and I played in the Atrium last summer, when an unmistakable humming sound came from nowhere. We silently watched as our new friends, Ruby-Travel and the Wide-Frosted Hummingbirds took turns sipping the hibiscus nectar.
The atrium is now, as my son called, our “Hummingbird Room”.
