This is a view of our front door, used only by the post man/woman and the milk/paper delivery man; everyone else comes to the back door. When the garden was landscaped this sloping area was terraced with railway sleepers and then gravelled. The house is on the west side and so the garden begins to be in shade from early afternoon .
There are already some ground huggers creeping over the gravel, sedums, dianthus, mossy saxifrage, geraniums and the like, but there is plenty of bare naked gravel and it seems to be calling with a little siren voice “Plant into me, plant into me..”
So while the weather has been pretty but not great for gardening I have been dreaming about making a gravel garden. My dreams so far have drifted along the lines of planting a couple of specimens of Stipa gigantea, a few Agapanthus brought from the last garden, Verbena rigida, Alliums of various kinds, perhaps some shorter grasses and Helianthemum. I seem to be in the purple,blue, pink spectrum, a favourite colour palette.
It might be nice to add something dramatic too, in a pot perhaps, like an Agave parryi or Cordyline. I am now in no doubt that winters here will be harder, longer, colder than in Wiltshire and as I now have a greenhouse, I can offer some protection to the slightly susceptible.
Well, all that dreaming about desert plants has warmed me up nicely. I hope all is well with you. Have a good weekend.