Some people go to the beach to enjoy the ocean. I do that (a bit) but mostly find myself looking at plants, at gardens.
So in late May I walked down the boardwalk at Rehoboth, Delaware and stopped to admire the cedar-shake homes and especially the windswept plants that look just right at the ocean.
Quite a contrast with this absurd display of manicured turfgrass. It looked even worse last fall when it was festooned with Trump signs. (Why are we not surprised?)
I love this home and garden a block or two off the beach. The roses are Rugosas, not the usual Knockouts.
A cute beach cottage with Knockouts and whimsy, too.
This lovely home uses a large swath of Liriope to replace about half the lawn.
This hellstrip along the beach could sure a nice groundcover. Maybe just divide those daylilies.
Don’t you just want to enclose all this plants that were dropped into the turf in one big border?
I can’t figure out if this was once a monoculture hedge that lost a plant in the middle or if this was deliberate. Good example of the advantage of using a mix of species in hedges.
This little patio, near the sidewalk and in plain view of a motel, will never, ever have the privacy that someone thinks those sad little Nandinas will provide for it.
I’m told that this lovely lake just blocks from the heart of Rehoboth is too buggy to be enjoyed during the bug season, despite spraying by the city. Bummer!
I enjoyed breakfast on the front porch of my favorite B&B. There’s lots more garden in the back. (Photos here.)
In nearby Lewes I found a lovely traditional landscape marred by a prominent mulchscape along the road.
In a city garden, another mulchscape, this one spotted with sad little annuals.
On a happier note, I bet every gardener who passes through Lewes stops to notice this stunning and complex curbside garden.
Here’s a peek into that garden, which happens to be the weekend retreat of Holly and Osamu Shimizu. He’s a landscape designer; she’s the retired director of the U.S. Botanic Garden, current interim president of the American Hort Society. So, no wonder.