Here’s the thing: no garden face is bad. It’s just about matching your plants to the light. If you have a north-facing shade pit, don’t fight it. Grow ferns and impatiens. They’ll look like a lush fairy kingdom while your neighbor’s sun-baked lawn is turning to hay. Embrace your orientation the way you embrace a weird haircut.
And if you’re renting and can’t choose? Just buy a big pot and move it around like a furniture rearranger with a life goal. I moved my basil pot three times last summer. My husband called it “the traveling herb circus.” It worked.
So next time someone asks, “Which way does your garden face?” don’t panic. Say, “It faces my mug when I’m sipping iced tea.” But really, know the answer. It’s the difference between a garden that smiles back at you and one that just sighs. And a nodding, smiling garden is worth every bit of compass-checking nerdom.
