I need my driveway to say all of the things I would hope to say to a beloved guest on an extended stay. This means, Love, Joy, Laughter, Hope, Beauty, Trust, Dream, and Friendly Ambition.
Here is the drive as it was at first…undefined and messy:
Across one section (a branch of the main drive) there had been a sturdy clothesline installed. It was a good, sunny, protected area just south of the house. I wondered if I’d get to keep my clothesline. (Alas, no. Will took it down and made a drive again, though not rocky – just grassy.)
Here is what I have now:
I am very pleased with the air of mystery one feels looking eastward down the somewhat undulating drive, becoming overhung with trees. But I want it to be even prettier.
I have decided one hollyhocks. A big, old-fashioned, “outhouse” variety, all kinds of wonderful colors – red, golden, deep pink…. No pastels, if you please. They need to be as bold and mystical as the trees alongside.
I am looking forward to a time when the trees, having had their tops trimmed for the installation of a highline wire, return to their previous graceful forms, arching over the drive in a sort of tunnel. I am thinking of The Little Colonel’s avenue, all lined with white-blossomed locust trees, which whispered hope and courage and gentleness to beautiful Lloyd in her hard times.
Of course, my trees aren’t huge locusts, and this isn’t Kentucky, but it’s what I have and it’s my dream.
In the sunnier areas, I’d like to get blue flax going:
At the corner where the drive branches to go to the house, I’d like to plant a clump of white birch:
That should round things out nicely. I have miscellaneous other plants and flowers which are attractive, and make quite a lot of cheer.
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