I love this bright pink flower of the Double Ranunculus bulbs I planted last fall. It began its bloom season a couple of weeks ago, as the Amethyst Flame Iris was winding down. It seems that everything else is in between cycles (okay, except for the sweet Primrose Jasmine, it’s going strong), so this has been the sole bloom of any drama over the past week. And even though I planted it in the “yellow” bed, I’m going to leave it just where it is, because it’s very happy in this spot. I have five more buds on the way, and hopefully they’ll open this week while I have company. And yes, there are more blooms in my yard, but this is the most unusual right now.
I’ve worked hard in my yard – ‘garden’, now; it used to be a yard, right? – to display my personality. Gregarious, simple lines, no clutter, a bit tropical. With the plant choice constraints that seem to exist in Central Texas due to alkaline soil, clay, rocks, extreme heat, no winter, lots of rain and then drought, and did I mention the heat? – I rely heavily on natives and adapted natives in order to hopefully get something that lives, or even thrives.
But you know what discouraged me today? I realized driving around that all the commercial areas near my home are hip to the native plantings, too. I’m sure the locally published Landscape Guide has created this monster, but even the Whataburger has some of the same plants that I’m growing. Everywhere I go, I see Esperanza, Plumbago, Bulbine, Knockout Roses, Mountain Laurels, Agaves, Grasses and Salvia Greggii. My health club has a gorgeous expanse of yellow daylilies and knockout roses together. Why am I complaining? It’s great to see beautiful blooms and not just Bermuda grass in commercial parking lots and medians.
It’s just that, I want my yard to be unique to me. I want it to be MY expression. I guess I just want more choices than what seems to work here, that I also like. There’s a lot of plants available that I could use, but they just don’t appeal to me. I like lush and bold, bright flowers. That’s pretty rare around here. Sigh. Maybe I’m just tired. Maybe I’m just annoyed cause Whataburger got my order wrong, yet again.
I love Austin, don’t get me wrong. I love keepin’ it weird. I love the whimsical attitude that permeates everything, from the Capitol 10k to the hubcabs and Velvet Elvis paintings at Chuy’s. But it’s hard to be hip, when everyone is cool.