It's the kind that borders the ditch along the blacktop in front of our house. It's pretty much the only partially sunny part of our yard.
Here St Francis stands in the snow in our woods with his back to the road. Of course, you can't see the road because the bank drops off several feet.
In balmier times.
As you can see, the morning commuters view of the "weedpatch along the road" left a little to be desired.In the fall of 2007, I cut back the elderberry and honeysuckle. Then the bank got burned. I had already purchased some native wildflower seeds from Prairie Moon, a local specalist. Raking, then scattering and tamping the seeds, I hoped the spring melt wouldn't wash them all into the ditch. There was no way for me to tell that spring as to what came up. I couldn't tell the weeds from the flowers. So I waited till the maze reached about 6-8 inches in June and then weed whacked everything down to about 3 inches. Now my precious wildflowers would have a fighting chance. The bulbs I had planted, of course, bloomed that first spring. The rest would have to wait another year before blooming.... if they survived!
The north ditch is still a work in progress.
St. Francis: "Good job there Troutbirder. I always wanted to live in a jungle."