I think inheriting a someone else’s garden is a little like becoming a step – in my case – mother to half grown children. You have signed on and are committed to living with or correcting someone else’s missteps.
On the upside you also get to benefit from the other’s great choices.
My garden was planted by a man. There have been many occasions where I want to travel back in time and say, “Hey Larry, must EVERYTHING be orange? Let’s try something pink…purple?…can we compromise on yellow? and I’m not talking neon! While we’re talking, I REALLY don’t think your idea for an 80! foot long shade bed up against a western style fence is such a good idea…OK, if you must persist would you PLEASE plant something taller than 6 inches? PLEASE…yes, I’m begging. And while we’re talking western, would you settle on a style for the raised boards on the front of the house. Western or Tudor? You can’t have both! OK, I KNOW you CAN, but you SHOULDN’T! For the love of all things you need to get a hold of yourself!”
For the sake of my blood pressure I don’t even bring up the interior…