For the last several days I have been trying to get rid of the bougainvillea that was wrapped around and had overtaken the front porch. It made sitting on the porch like sitting in a box as the plants were so thick, you couldn’t see anything. I waited until my landlady left for the States before demolishing her garden. She did tell me, numerous times, that the house was mine to do as I wish. As long as it looks great when she returns, she will be cool with it.
It took several hours and several trips to the compost pile, but the bougainvillea is gone. Even the roots, which almost cost me my husband’s life when he lost his footing as the roots broke. He’s fine with just a sprained wrist.
It will look better once I get some different plants. My friend, Lynne, has offered cuttings from anything in her garden – which is beautiful and diverse. It seems like all you have to do is stick a branch in the dirt, and it thrives.
I also put up some bird feeders so the new plants need to attract birds. Some hummingbirds have already visited and a yellow bird that I am not familiar with (I need a bird book).
Coffee on the front porch will be so much nicer with a view and a breeze.