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.
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!
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!
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!)
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!