Moving to Alabama, I had never seen red clay. I thought it was beautiful. It was strange to see the ground being dug and red stuff coming up. My mother-in-law told me how nutritious the red clay was for plants. Clay would definitely be different from my Florida sand I grew up in.
At my condo I had no yard to care for, but the grounds were beautiful. I loved my view. At our new Alabama home, I was excited for the massive blank canvas I had to work with.
The builder puts in plants that add something to the yard because they are contractually bound to. The plants aren’t the prettiest, but they last through abuse!
I promise the bed looks a thousand times better now. You'll see.
Pulling out the builder’s plants, I did not take my time, nor was I gentle. I yanked those plants out. I would be okay if they died.
I transplanted the plants to the back yard. The round globe arborvitae plants were relocated under the kitchen window.
The other plants made their home in a new flowerbed in between our bedroom windows.