I have a large garden on a horse ranch in Petaluma, California, and when I arrived here 16 years ago, the landscape consisted of acres of reclaimed pasture festooned with a few ancient oaks and a handful of adolescent redwoods. I couldn't hear the bareness, and attacked my garden-making project with much verve but without much forethought. I didn't have a budget to buy all the plants I needed, so I scrounged plants wherever I could, haunting nursery sales and end-of-season closeouts. I paid little attention to care requirements. If it was a plant that I liked and would fit into what I somewhat grandiosely thought of as "my design," I bought it and found a spot for it.
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