In May I am a pot man doing. By the end of the week I will be a pot man being. How about you?
- LESLIE THOMPSON SCOTT
- -an independent landscape designer with over 2,700 projects since 1981, giving me tremendous insight and expertise that allow me to solve design problems quickly. Services and styles are tailored to the specific needs of the client; ranging from scale drawn master plans with hardscapes and plantings to on-site consultations utilizing spray paint and flags for instant visualization. My specialties and services offered include residential and commercial, both large and small.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
|In past years we have gone to Hooterville for the Easter weekend.|
|We pass the time shooting guns. I nailed Santa Claus right between the eyes. The Easter Bunny didn't fair too well either.|
|Then we drink wine and watch the turkeys watch the turkeys.|
|Dehlia tries hard to remind us that we are surrounded by the beauty of nature.|
|In the quiet of the morning it is mystical. This year we are hearing the call of the Steve Miller Band and Greg Allman in Toledo. Think spring and be thankful.|
Thursday, April 21, 2011
|Just as a pear shaped woman should wear a colorful scarf around her neck to call attention to her face and away from her hips, I hope that my landscape will be appreciated for the gardens and not judged by the condition of the grass.|
Once brown, the weeds burn off. A weed burning flame thrower is a tool guaranteed to get the men in your life interested in helping.
We had a 14 foot square patch of lawn in the back yard for the dogs. I do not miss the annual spring clean up. I decided to replace the lawn with 3 tons of pea gravel (which I moved all by myself!) By embracing wabi-sabi, the aesthetic of beauty that is imperfect, impermanent and incomplete, I find time to relax and enjoy my yard.
Do you need help figuring out how to feel happy in your garden?
I can help- contact me at email@example.com
or call me at 216-381-1827.
or call me at 216-381-1827.
Friday, April 15, 2011
|After spending over an hour this afternoon going through 30,000+ digital pics on my mac looking for the before picture of this landscape, I decided to appeal to your imagination: small, pie-shaped property, detached garage, dominant driveway, numerous vehicles and a basketball hoop. Where to begin the design process? .....figure out how to lose the driveway, retain the access, keep the patio from feeling closed in and allow for basketball to be played.|
|The American dream is to have multiple cars and 5 acres. The greater American dream is to not have to look at the cars when relaxing on the patio!|
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
|In northern Ohio, we have almost half a year of living inside, looking outside. Far too many people wait for May flowers to love their view. A landscape with good bones looks good 365 days a year.|
Take away the plants --
what are the bones of the garden?
consider year round views from all angles
If your view this past winter could have been better,
please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org
or call me at 216-381-1827.
Friday, April 8, 2011
|Why is this woman smiling?|
................................because yesterday was pot day!
|This is the day each spring when I pull the plastic bags off of the good ceramic containers and arrange all the flowerpots for the season. The story of my addiction is a logical sequence of events, but, it is a cautionary tale, as container gardening is a slippery slope.|
|I was younger then. We had a Gordon Setter who looked fabulous on furniture, but not so great in the gardens.|
|Then we had puppies and kept one! I had gone to the dogs.|
|I wanted the all-summer long high of COLOR that annuals provide. But dogs and bedding annuals play Rock, Scissors, Paper: the dogs are the rocks and the annuals are the scissors. I began with whatever small pots I had, but I quickly realized that larger containers were necessary-so my pot collection grew along with my addiction to COLOR.|
|I would spend the entire month of May visiting every garden center and greenhouse in northern Ohio fulfilling my lust for color. Soon I became obsessed with sampling every exotic new plant. My forays expanded far and wide-east on Route 2 to the Pennsylvania border; south to Columbus to Baker's Acres. I stopped bringing my husband with me, because he took up space in the car that could be filled with plants! A plant junkie lives a solitary existence.|
|The pendulum swung, my budget and my energies had bottomed out. I had to fill the pots, but how? Out of desperation, I looked around at what I already had in the garden. Like Scarlet O'Hara and the draperies, I turned my little chin to the west.....and saw hostas. With nothing to lose and everything to gain, I divided them with a fury, filling most of the pots with ribbons of green, leaving only a few spots for my coveted COLOR.|
|Miraculously, by having the courage to change, I found serenity.|
|But I have an addictive personality and having discovered that the hostas were surviving our zone 5 winters, I began to experiment with other perennials. My curiosity was rewarded. Delphiniums came back year after year by not having wet feet in cold clay beds. Sedums dripped over the edges of my moss baskets. Burgundy foliage heucheras, silvery grey cerastiums, strippy yellow hakonechloas, fern leaf filipendula vulgaris and even ferns were all thriving. All I had to do was buy a few flats of low maintenance annual color like impatiens and coleus.|
|It didn't take long for me to want to experiment with the the continuous high of evergreens.|
|Discovering that a big dwarf Alberta spruce would survive in a container, I scored a load of starter evergreens from the Lowe's Home Improvement Store. At only $6@ the tiny dwarf Alberta spruces were comparable in price to fancy annuals.|
|They have survived a brutally cold northern Ohio winter. With the money I've saved, I have installed drip irrigation.|
|Arborvitae have been planted, in pots, to create privacy for the courtyard potting bench/bar that our son, Greg, built for us. Clematis and hops vines are filling the trellises.|
|Bill and I spend the golden hours of early evening together.|
|Fellow pot queen and gardener Linda Klein, nationally regarded for her exquisite gardens in Shaker Heights, is happy that my landscape is no longer "ungapatchka."|
Perhaps, bugs will be the only problem this year.
|If you know anyone with a garden problem, please give them my number 216-381-1827. If you know anyone who likes to laugh- please send them this blog.|