It is a sad fact that the only reason I have a garden, is because my husband plants it. We decide on things together, I tell him what to do, and he does the work. I am really that lazy. The design of our yard is based on a plan that I drew up and our handyman/landscaper implemented. Tommy helped with a lot of that labor too. Since I am frugal, a lot of time is spent splitting perennials and planting things that spread out. It would probably be easier on him if I just let him put in all new annuals each year. But that gets to be too pricey for my cheap tastes.
Our hell-strip is a dry, barren, cement-like scrap of land that seems to grow nothing but weeds. It's too hard to break up so we've given up trying to plant anything there. Instead, we use three big barrels, surrounded by gravel. This year, the focal point will be cream colored marigolds. I forget what the other small flowers are -- but they are sun tolerant and that is all that counts. One of the barrels got cracked recently. People run into them or open car doors on them. They just generally take a beating. I prevailed on the marigolds, which TBG hates. They passed the test because they aren't yellow, orange or gold. All I care about is that they are hard to kill.
We did get a few plants at Home Depot and I'll be picking up a few hanging pots too. But for the most part, I think we are done planting and now he will just have to keep up the maintenance. It's not worth it to take picture of the garden yet. There is a mess of puddles and weeds that have to come out and a lot of recovery from all the rain. I'm looking forward to having a nice space in another couple of weeks. Best of all, it gets that way without me having to get my hands dirty.