Warning: may not be suitable for all audiences.
I think I’ve dislocated my eyes, rolling them every time I read buzzwords like “sustainable”, “xeric”, and “drought tolerant”. That may explain the quality of the pictures presented below, or it could just be that I don’t know what I’m doing with the camera (always a possibility).
This is my front yard. It gets no water at all. None. Last year, the front yard endured less than seven-tenths of an inch of precipitation from the middle of July until the end of the year. There are no applications of fertilizer, no soil amendments, no spraying of anything. There is no design. No color harmonies. No consideration given to how large something might get. Plants that can’t tolerate this are allowed to die.
Visitors just scurry by in horror and disgust. Not to mention loathing.
And when the visitors make their way through the leafy, green shade garden, what do they see? More of the same! It’s spreading into the back yard! Ah ha ha ha ha ha HA!