When we moved in, our yard looked like this. The roses are beautiful, but they served mainly to show how desolate the rest of the yard looked. I had no interest in keeping it that way, but had zero knowledge about gardening. We decided to give it a shot, and the results weren’t half bad. It’s difficult to imagine it now, while the yard- the whole country, really – is covered in its thick white blanket, any hint of green deep in slumber buried far below.
But spring will inevitably come again, and boy, am I looking forward to it.