When I first moved into this neighborhood, I found myself mesmerized by a nearby garden. I would slow the car down every time I passed. I gawked like a love sick teenager. I began to copy the owner’s plant selections. This mysterious person was the demigod of gardening.
Frank, of course, noticed this admiration, and when we passed he would shake his fist at my “enemy” gardener. Soon, I followed suit, and we’d make rude Italian gestures every time we drove by this garden paradiso. The garden god morphed into my Moriarity, forever my foe in landscaping. It was a day of great pride when my gardening buddy, Nadene, said she liked my garden better than the garden of my Moriarity.
Then, the lovely young couple in the house next to us got into the gardening business, turning their front yard into a gorgeous cottage landscape with heirloom roses, foxgloves, salvia, lamb’s ear,and more, which came into full bloom this year. All I have to say in response is “KHAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!”
The pictures below show Moriarity’s garden in winter and summer, followed by mine, and my neighbor’s. Cue the Spaghetti Western soundtrack of Ennio Moricone. Enjoy the showdown.
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