We are slaves to our beautiful yard. Don’t get me wrong: we love our servitude. Up to a point.
It’s just that the older we get, the crazier it seems to be to lavish so much time and effort on maintaining Garden Poet-created landscaping that, mostly, just Laurel and I see.
For we are not the most social of human beings. We rarely entertain (except ourselves) and our rural neighbors are entirely out of sight. Thus when I divide the work we put into the yard by the number of people who visually enjoy the fruit of our labors, the result is miniscule.
However, it dawned on me that if I post these photos, and X number of people look at them, hopefully getting at least a glimmer of “ah, nature” from the images, then our yard’s enjoyment cost/benefit ratio has improved to that degree.