There are people with an innate sense of beauty. They can transform any task into a beautiful creation. They grow up to be great artists and professional landscape designers. Unfortunately, neither my parents nor I possess this skill or innate sense. Therefore, our flowerbeds are the result of planting all the plants that someone gave us, someone else gave us, or someone else bought us.
With so much work to do in the village, we don't delve into the names of flowers and their cultivation methods. It's much simpler: if it grows, withstands all the challenges of growth and development, and blooms, then it's ours!
You won't find much variety of flowers in our village, although some people grow gladioli, chrysanthemums, and roses. They say it's a risky but profitable business. It also requires a huge amount of chemical treatment, so much so that a person becomes physically ill after such work. These flowers are impossible to smell; all the aromas are "killed" by the chemicals. Bouquets made from them may be beautiful, but they are certainly not safe!
So, our simple but beloved flowerbed covers about 200 square meters. This area extends along both sides of the house and a patch of land in front of the vegetable garden. The flowerbed plays with different colors depending on the season, determined by the fragrant changing of the blooming plants.
In spring, tulips and daffodils appear, and wild flowers delight the eye.
The front garden seems somewhat empty, but even these few flowers are a delight to the eye. A little later, white flowers begin to grow in the flower beds made from old Zhiguli tires. This plant most likely has another name, but everyone here calls it that because of its abundant white blooms.
The roses will bloom in June. My dad gave them to my mom for her 50th birthday. So, when she left the house that morning, she saw 11 pots of roses, still small but blooming. They were transplanted into a common flowerbed, and they grew into quite large bushes. And one of them has become a giant, now standing about 2 meters tall.
Lilies and daisies are blooming.
By late summer and early September, the flowerbed turns into a carpet of flowers, as petunias and other plants flourish. The roses finish blooming.
For some reason, an autumn flowerbed reminds me of my parents, evoking thoughts of the inevitable coming of age. The flowers are still beautiful, but not so young to impress with their appearance.
As winter approaches, we'll repot the geraniums into their pots and bring them indoors onto the windowsill. We won't dig up the tulip and lily bulbs. All the plants will remain in their original locations for the winter.
Behind the house, in the recreation area, we tried creating a small flowerbed with garden figurines, lanterns, yucca plants, and rocks. This is the result.
And nearby there are vases with flowers.
Of course, we'd love to transform our front garden into a beautiful place with a gazebo and swings, a barbecue and a fountain, but we don't have the resources or know-how for that yet. That's all still to come.