Some readers may remember
we bought the house behind us last fall with plans to rescue it and the yard. Whether I should or not, I feel the pressure of people wondering why I haven't written much about all my gardening accomplishments since then. Big sigh.
We spent all fall working on the inside of the house and moved in the first of the year. It killed me to ignore the weeds going to seed. I did spray the whitetop in front with Roundup and spread some Preen.
I took the picture below the day after escrow closed.

One of the first things I'd done when escrow closed was tear down the Virginia creeper growing across the front of the house, and I was almost finished by the time I thought about taking this picture. I also had to plant some crocus bulbs I bought at WinCo. I wanted to be sure
something would come up this spring. (Ironically, the crocuses came up but never bloomed.)
As you know, we had no spring in Northern Nevada this year. Worse than that, an illness in the family hijacked all our time, energy, and money. Besides having little time for gardening until recently, my landscaping budget went from small to none.
Still, nothing can keep me from doing
something in the yard!
The roses in the planter shown above were growing out onto the sidewalk and snagged us and anyone who came to visit or work on the house. Early this spring we moved them and a dozen other rosebushes from the front yard to the back, where I decided to try to make a rose garden for the first time ever. I've never had much luck with roses (other than "pioneer" types), but these were all in the wrong places in front and I couldn't just dig them up and throw them away. I'll report on those later.
Phil also dug out the pyracantha bush (far right) for me.
As soon as we had warm weather this year, I started pulling weeds. My first priority was the county right-of-way between our front fence and the street. We have lots of dog walkers, joggers, and bicyclists, and I have pride. Unfortunately, all the cheat grass, etc. went to seed long before I finished. From there I moved to the
back yard, where I'm still not finished.
At the same time, I started working on the front planter where the roses had been. First I had to remove all the sparkly white gravel (ugh) and weed blocker. I also pulled out the brick edging; it seemed like overkill since the sidewalk provided an edge already. (I'll use the bricks somewhere else.) Then I dug in a couple of bags of compost left over from the raised bed planters at our old house.

The Mexican primroses that were already here started blooming early, and it was really encouraging to have some non-weed green and some pretty flowers. A lone chrysanthemum plant growing under a rosebush survived the bush's removal, and I moved it down the row.
For now I've placed a big pot with a Russian sage (from our old yard) where the pyracantha was. I planted baboon flowers around it; I got foliage but no
blooms this year. I spent a few bucks in May on some petunias, violas, pansies, and lobelia. (The pansies and violas died when the summer sun hit them, and the lobelia, which I'd planted around the Russian sage planter, were buried by the muskmelon vine that sprang up from a seed in the homemade compost I used there.)
I checked my
Sunset guide for plants that could tolerate both sun and shade and didn't need a lot of water, and I decided to use irises and lilies of the Nile. (Lilies of the Nile are not guaranteed to survive our winters, but this is a sheltered spot. I also considered day lilies, but I'm trying to plant in groups here (rather than the one-of-each plantings I've done before). I've added grape hyacinth bulbs all along the front edge. All of these plants came from our old yard.
I have to explain about the plants in the center, between the stepping stones. That's where I planted the lilies of the Nile, but a bunch of four o'clock seeds came along with them from my old garden. I don't really want four o'clocks there; they're pretty and they're vigorous, two valuable features for someone like me, but they drop millions of seeds. I'm just letting these grow there until I can find another place for them. (They tolerate poor soil but need regular water and a little protection from cold.)
The covered porch is an awesome place for tender houseplants. Right now I have a fuchsia and a heliotrope there, and I'm looking forward to a time when I can sit on the porch surrounded by all kinds of lush, sweet-smelling flowers.
Not really. I'd be bored.