These purple iris plants weren't here last year. Last summer, this corner of the garden was filled with debris and scrub brush. When we removed all the junk and began adding new plants, the iris popped up unexpectedly, a lovely gift from a previous owner. Who knows when they last bloomed.
When we were at Crazy Horse Monument last week, we loaded up the trunk with some rocks that came from the blast pile. You can take some for a small donation. So yes, we drove back 900 miles with a load of pink rocks, but we managed to get enough to ring our dwarf peach and plum trees.
Now I just need to find enough rocks to put a border around this tree, my favorite in our yard. I planted all of those hostas last summer; they'd be doing better if every dog in the neighborhood didn't pee on them. Really, why do people let their dogs do that?
I hope that by making it look more like a planned garden, people would be less inclined to let their dogs stomp all over the plants. But who am I kidding?