I’m not sure if this is what Shel had in mind when he wrote Where The Sidewalk Ends, but I’m pretty happy about it. In my ongoing effort to “soften” the front of my house, Pierre took a sledgehammer to the cement paths outlining the front porch. I’m hoping that this will allow me to get in there and get creative with shrubs and perennials. Someone should let my poor hastas know that their days of solitary soldier lines are numbered.
I’m thinking dogwood, rhododenden (spelling?), spirea, cedum, lady’s mantle, and maybe some shiny holly. Less lawn, baby!
Now, what to do with huge chunks of old sidewalk?