When we bought this house, the wall that conceals the side garden from the road was lined with a row of the same variety of non-flowering plant. I didn’t like the plant. I thought it was boring. Hideous, in fact. I had every piece pulled out intending to replace them all with something else.
I was told that the plant I had removed was some expensive variety but I didn’t really care. I’d rather have something that will elicit comments like, “Oh, look, what a pretty fence!” than awed remarks like, “My, that is expensive!” I mean, the whole purpose of having a row of plants on that spot is to break the visual monotony of the concrete wall, not to… how shall I put it… show off, indirectly, by displaying something with a higher monetary value even if it looks hideous.
The hideous plants were uprooted and relocated to the garden where they blended with other plants, minimizing their lack of visual appeal.
Meanwhile, we procrastinated about what to line the garden wall with. We procrastinated and procrastinated until, finally, we just forgot about it. Then, one day, I saw a small bush on one end of the wall. The househelper said someone gave it to her and she just planted it there.
A series of househelpers have come and gone, we never really bothered with that small bush, the sturdy little thing reproduced with no help from us and, today, it lines the wall all the way to the garden gate.
I don’t know what it’s called. A bush with small leaves and small lavender flowers. It grows faster horizontally than vertically. Judging from the way it propagated, it must be a wildflower capable of taking care of itself with little human intervention. It doesn’t seem to require a lot of water or it is able to retain water well, or both.
The bushes need some trimming but I like the way they look where they are. Wild and carefree and quite independent.