We planted ivy to grow up + around the brick walls of our detached garage.
Some of its corner bricks were lose + a few were missing,
+ I wanted to disguise that.
Look closely at the roof peak.
There’s my roof spire.
I’m sorry, but neither G.O. nor I can recall the name of our ivy.
I searched for the box in which I keep all my plant tags,
(where IS that thing?) but naturally, I couldn’t find it!
Our garage’s east side —
just beginning to get its ivy on.
In honor of the World Series, let’s just say it’s Boston ivy.
That works for me!
Anyway, in just 2 or 3 short years,
the west + south sides of the garage are covered.
I do like the way it looks — very much.
Ivy-covered buildings are charming,
+ trust me, our sad, little garage was in need of charm!
I painted the window sashes tan
to match those on our house.
In the fall, the ivy turns a beautiful scarlet!
Here’s a photo of the ivy starting to climb across the arbor
that, against his wishes, G.O. built above our garage door.
(I’m pretty sure he likes it now!)
He was not amused
when I wanted to paint our garage door tan.
He said it would ‘never last’, but thankfully, it has.
Now look at a couple photos where I’ve tried to be ‘Artsy’
featuring G.O.’s beloved 70’s-era Ford Ranchero.
I thought the white of the car would contrast nicely with the darker brick + ivy.
Oops. Ansel Adams, I’m NOT.
I’ll try again later. Stay tuned!
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