Lately, as the fall weather sets in and summer flowers begin to fade, I’ve been noticing one way gardeners in my neighborhood have added scale and structure to the otherwise flat expanses of their parking strips. Whether used as a single focal point, playfully improvised sculpture, or as the basis for a low-water-use garden, well-placed stones can really draw the eye and create a sense of rhythm with the surrounding plantings.
I like how the black rock (basalt?) seems to be hiding behind the Japanese blood grass and underneath the fading but still-lovely blooms of an oakleaf hydrangea.
A little grouping of upright concrete rubble and small stones in a shaded spot brought to mind a mini Stonehenge.
This one made me think of an Easter Island sentinel amidst the cosmos:
This pale slab was definitely selected for beauty, and it even looks like an inviting seat. Is that a four o’clock plant next to it?
Or hey, who needs plants when you have a big bunch of pink lava rock?
Okay, I’m definitely not advocating that last one as a grass substitute in the parking strip. Although it does have a few violets poking through in the spring, against all odds!
(If the title of this post got an old song stuck in your head, here is a link to a moldy old video of David Essex singing his slinky but somewhat nonsensical hit, “Rock On.”)