I come from a long line of gardeners. I remember my great grandmother's foundation and border plantings. She had an amazing sense of color and porportion. Her yard and flower beds could have been featured in any number of gardening magazines.
Along the grass and gravel driveway until the side stairs grew a low cut evergreen shrub. I'm guessing it was boxwood, but that's only a guess. I didn't pay much attention to shrubs back then. The front of the house also had evergreen shrubs, perhaps a type of juniper or arborvitea.
The left side of the house had bridal wreath spirea. I remember it because of it's graceful, weeping habit and the pretty white flowers in spring. Plus the stinky smell of the blossoms.
The back north side of the house was lined with huge three-plus feet high ferns that were so thick you could hear them rustle in the breeze.
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