Update at Idaho Gardener’s garden and her dirty little secret…

…..we all have one. A dirty little secret. Mine is dirty. But it won’t be a secret much longer cuz I am sharin’ it with y’all. Here it is:

My dirty little secret

My dirty little secret

This is my holding nursery. Hahahaha! In reality, its all the stuff that hasn’t been planted or found a home. There’s a half of a flat of thyme leftover from the June photo shoot at Jeff’s. There are some $1 echinaceas from (gulp) last fall. I did pot up some of the 4 inch salvias and a couple agastaches into 1 gal. pots to give them a fighting chance. Call me benevolent why doncha?

Alrighty then. I feel better having come clean about that. I feel so much better we will move on to the next project at hand:

Here’s my front door. Can’t for the life of me get the stooopid black-eyed susan vine to bloom. Giving me a black eye as a gardener.

IG\'s entry

IG's entry

Front door vignette

Front door vignette

So, here comes the project:

Here it comes! Come to mama!

Here it comes! Come to mama!

Here it is!

Here it is!

One palette of wonderful grade AAA gorgeous indigenous sandstone, cut from the Table Rock quarry, where they have been digging stone for over 120 years. All for me. For my new retaining wall. Hold me back, baby. It’s a good day to be indigenous. *

Favorite line from a favorite movie: Smoke Signals. Written by Sherman Alexie.