Small riots have broken out in my yard. Lucky for me they don’t cause any damage and the only time I have to call in the SWAT team is when the mosquitoes get bad. Instead, my localized disturbances are a delight to behold and I sometimes find myself clapping and giggling with the discovery. I’m talking about color riots.
I have an average size lot and house for my neighborhood, about .18 of an acre. It gives me a nice area to garden in both front and back, without over whelming me with work. No sweeping lawns or vistas here since my landscaping drifts consist of three plants at the most. The yard is best appreciated in small bites and vignettes, which is why I love my little color riots so much.
I’d like to brag that all of this was planned but the truth is that in true riot fashion, most of it is by accident. As a gardener you have a vision of what COULD be, but the true delight is the discovery of what actually happens. This is why I torture my visitors with yard tours where I point out these little moments and try to share the wonder. Lucky for me I have patient friends and neighbors whom every now and then see what all the fuss is about. No riot gear required.