Monday, June 29, 2009

All Hail Regina Ortus Junkus!

My daughter Emma and I went on a garden tour in our neighborhood this weekend. The gardens were interesting; one guy's draw was that he harvests bees. Ten thousand swarming bees is not my idea of a good time, I don't care how pretty the flowers are. Emma was petrified. Anyway, we hightailed it outta there and headed to the next one on our list. Nancyland, the garden of my dreams.












Translation: My Garden Kicks Ass

Nancy, the Queen of Junk Horticulture

6 comments:

My Garden Coach said...

Isn't Nancy's garden the ultimate expression of fun and joy? I have always said the garden reflects the owner and hers makes you want to know her better. Love the picture of Nancy! I bet you and your daughter had fun discovering all the hidden treasures!
Lucinda

Joan@anythinggoeshere said...

i love this post. There is nothing better than a junk loving creative gardener. Love the sign and, girl, you blog does the same thing.

Anonymous said...

Yes.....we have been to this garden before.
I was overstimulated.
It's like an outdoor museum of everything lovable and kitch.
Nancy has ALOT going on in her yard. Funtime!!!

Artsy Fartsy Junkin Finds said...

Just stopping by to visit, have not been by your blog in a while. Boy it reminded me off all the yard work I need to get out there and do!!! But w/o the bees, yikes!!! Tootles, Janna

laurie -magpie ethel said...

Nancyland does look fun. Speaking of bees, I go to a house in the summer that has U-pick dahlias. They also raise bees. To get to the dahlias in the back of their property, which of course yell "I am more beautiful that the ones in the front yard...come pick me". I have to pass thru the bee yard and a gazillion hives. But...in the quest for a lovely bouquet of dahlias I risk it all! And i have not been stung yet.

Vintage Christine said...

Would love to have a garden just like this one but unfortunately I absolutely cannot grow stuff. I've been meaning to take one of the French Quarter "hidden gardens" tours in New Orleans--of course now it's too darn hot and humid, maybe in the fall . . .