Alas, people keep stealing the flowers in front of our house. The heartbreaking thing is when I find them on the sidewalk a few feet away. Sometimes I am able to rescue them by putting them in water. Well, "sometimes" means once.
Any who, here is a tribute to the front of my house. I slaved over it all while being pregnant. I have to confess though, it got rather weedy/grassy after Katherine was born.
Overall, I have been very happy to have a place for planting. I grew up in the country with endless space for gardening. I missed it a lot from living in the city. Now that we are in town, at least I have something. I have glorious plans for the back lawn, next summer. I was too pregnant to capture it this spring and too busy with the baby this summer. Also, I thought it was filled with Poison Ivy, though it turned out to be the harmless Boston Ivy (I think... I'll find out).