All last year, I watched this house go up. No expense was spared. Now, a year after breaking ground, the shrubberies are going in. Notice their compost mandalas! Nice, eh!
The gravel between them will be in-filled with some combination of grass and gravel, probably several colours, to pick up the golf course theme of the subdivision and its responsible, “save the planet” vibe. Expect a “you get to live in a painting” look. But, before all that, look closely:
That’s right, the deer come by and eat these things all winter. Many vulnerable plants (like these expensive beauties) stay wrapped in this stuff all year round. The question is, why not plant something that will survive a bit of munching, or something that is not even tasty to munch on? No, it has to be this. That’s the rule. There is no prestige in going native. It is supposed to be hard. That’s the culture here above the Rez on Canoe Bay.