On a steamy August day, Diane Erdmann's back yard might just be the coolest spot in town, literally and figuratively. The gurgling waterfalls and canopy of ancient oaks seem to stave off the actual heat (and, somehow, the humidity), and the sprawling, seemingly laissez-faire layout — an alluring Arctic willow here, outsized ostrich ferns there — is sensuously soothing.
Erdmann calls her sloping south Minneapolis back yard "a mix of architecture and 'let it happen,' " with volunteer plants strewn throughout. Ligularia poke out of pondside rocks, ground cover becomes stone covers on paths and steps, and a pagoda dogwood has stayed put years after meeting its maker.
"We left it because the birds like to perch there," she said. "So often we take out the dead wood, and that's where the life is."
As if on cue, a goldfinch alights on the dogwood.
That flash of wings provides a rare bit of color in the deeply shaded lot, where 17 kinds of trees put the focus on plants such as spiderwort, tamarack procured from some ditch-diggers Up North, rhododendron, wild geranium.
Summer brings splashes of color, not counting the endless shades of green. But the showiest season arrives in just a few weeks — assuming this infernal winter ever ends — when the hillside will be a resplendent blanket of Siberian squill. "When nothing else is blooming," she said, "it looks like a carpet of blue paint back here."
The yard was barren, a "blank slate," when Diane and John Erdmann bought the house 15 years ago from his mother. John had grown up there, playing in a treehouse built into a bur oak "that was big when he was little," she said.
Their challenge: creating a landscape that didn't look landscape-y.