Because wildflowers don't swarm into a scary buzzing mass on your shitty neighbors' fence and therefore require immediate containment so the reminder to deal with them is sorta less prevalent, let's say.
I imagine this is the reason more people plant wildflowers than keep bees, but what the hell do I know since I do both.
Plus, the other day, I made a failed attempt at fixing the light on my bike only to have to call Bubba away from his important Putting the New Grill Together project to help me twist a screw, so in addition to playing with 10,000 stinging insects and planting pretty flowers, I also dedicate time to pestering my husband away from more pressing demands.
I'm just full of hobbies.
Anyway, I wanted to show you why my neighborhood thinks I'm bizarre. Also - give those of you who are interested in the progression of the front yard meadow an update on that mess. Handy that they are concepts one in the same.
|Lawn, lawn, lawn, lawn, WILD ASS MEADOW SPILLING OVER THE SIDEWALK, lawn, lawn, lawn...|
That's in the backyard where I exercise my anal retentive side. I reserve the front yard for my I'm Off My Rocker side.
|Back garden - neat and tidy|
|Front yard - WTF?! It's in my eyes! Is that a lady bug? Look at that big ass lizard!|
Strangely enough, that's where the bees would rather hang out.
|Want to attract bees to your yard? Throw a few borage seeds on the shittiest soil you have and watch the madness unfold.|
|They may not be honeybees but I have a definite soft spot for big, fuzzy, pollen hogging bumblebees in my poppies.|
|And this used to be the pee hole. We've come a long ways, y'all.|
At least I'm not mowing a lawn. THAT is what real crazy people do.
Also new in the front yard - ALL THE GAURA MY MOM GAVE ME X100.
People, do you grow this stuff, Gaura? Because my mom does. And she has for as long as I can remember. And now that I think about it, she probably has no choice in the matter because as I'm coming to find out, this stuff will be right up there with cockroaches and Twinkies in the post-apocalyptic circle of life. Which, is kind of nice since it's pretty - unlike cockroaches and what Twinkies do to your ass if you eat too many. Not that I know. I haven't had a Twinkie in probably 20 years, but I'm getting off topic.
See, last year, when I was all, "Mom, I have a bare patch in the front meadow, what should I put there that I can forget about forever without it dying?" she immediately ripped some Gaura from her yard, threw it into a pot WITHOUT DIRT and then let it sit on her back patio for, I'm guessing, weeks before handing it off to me to grow in my yard.
And you should know that when I got it, it did sort of look a bit ratty, but as soon as I planted it, it perked up and looked fine.
Which should have been my warning.
But, since that evidently did NOT serve as poignant enough warning for me, the one hundred little Gaura sproutlings that shot up in the front yard, gutter and sidewalk cracks this spring certainly should have.
Dudes - this stuff is bullet proof. And prolific. And it's a damn good thing it's nice looking and takes a brutal pruning like a champ because holy crap there's no stopping it now.
|It's pink. It's white. It has green foliage. It has red foliage.|
|It's even man enough to fight back against the Mexican Feather grass and fescue. Whoa.|
|And against the patio you can see it beginning to take over UGHverywhere.|
And then begin sharpening your pruners.