And, in my defense, like most people in suburban Phoenix, I go in and out of my house, not through the front door, but through my garage. So the front door has been seen mostly by the UPS guy, or Jehovah's Witnesses. Apparently I have not been concerned with impressing them with a nice garden.
Anyway, I started by doing long-neglected repairs to the watering system. And then I fixed some unsightly cracks in the wall, and repainted. I have also planted several iris bulbs, and marked them with sticks. That's one of the problems with bulbs, you have to mark them until they start to grow a bit, or you forget where they are. Well, I do.
|The rubbish heap|
I have a friend of mine who has a truck and knows his way around using the dump and I will get rid of the piles of old concrete pavers which have been sitting in the courtyard for years. The Glendale bulk trash pickup won't accept them, so they have just been sitting there.
Right now the area still looks a little sad. I can see it all in my imagination, though.
|Sticks mark where the iris has been planted|