Don't think your house has a standard, 'period' name and does it really make a difference in the landscaping approach? At first glance the house pictured reminded me of a thread on this Landscape Forum some years ago titled "Welcome To My Garage". It was a very interesting discussion. Educational, too. On a chance I searched "how to landscape a welcome to my garage house style". Some very helpful ideas appeared including snatches of our original Forum conversations. You should find some directional thoughts to mull over using this search suggestion.

Wow, it's lovely. I don't recognize the foliage, but the blooms & the way they grow in that cluster of buds are reminiscent of Hoyas (a type of plant I collect). I'd suggest you post this 'next door' as it were, at the Hoya Forum (see the top of this page) to see if anyone recognizes it. Are the blooms fragrant? Perhaps even more so in the evening? When the stem breaks, does this plant give off a white liquid (many Hoyas do, but not all)?

Hey, Jay, do you remember the old Robert Mitchum movie about the NC moonshiners? It was remade not many years ago, and I think Mitchum's son was in it the second go-round. Anyway, Thunder Road is part of the Moonshiner mentality, the beginning of the stock car generation, the present NASCAR elite from NC. I think it has a double meaning for the racing and for the moonshine running activities. I think you are on the right track with Bootleg. What are some other words they used for Moonshine? Shinney? White Lightning? So far though, I think Bootleg is the least pretentious. It also implies a do-it-yourself operation, so good in more ways than one. And, I was reading a book about the building of pocket neighborhoods, where they all named their homes, and realized that I don't HAVE to add "cottage" or whatever other word to the name I choose. And in this book, folks were naming their homes things like ROSECROFT, CHILI PEPPER (the house was painted red outside), etc. They said anything goes as long as it has meaning to YOU. So I thought, what is the most significant symbol of my life with my DH soon to be celebrating our FIFTH anniversary. And the album by Bette Midler called BETTE OF ROSES was important in my life since the day my son died. It was also the album that followed the trail of our reuniting after 50 years apart, and the song describes "When the White Bird flies, from your heart to mine,...." and for this lovely song, we had a porcelain white dove and rose atop our wedding cake instead of the traditional bride and groom. And then I was browsing through the Little and Lewis (Bainbridge Island WA artists and gardeners) website and saw they had a lovely white dove in flight for sale, and it would go so nicely in our landscape, and I have about decided.... Just call it one of these two: WHITE DOVE OR WHITE BIRD No "Cottage" after it at all, just WHITE DOVE.......or ......WHITE BIRD... Which do you think is better? I have several plaques and figurines with white doves, this has always appealed to me for various reasons. But for my life which is avian loving, it is more appropriate than SUN. The house is white stucco. I could very easily cut out from wood or cement board a dove in flight. Not a seagull, don't-cha-know, not a cockatoo, but not ruling out that I could have a great white heron or snowy egret somewhere in the garden too. Or a white owl? Well, so much for that today. No gardening for this gal with the temp supposed to be 99 today, even if it did rain about half an inch yesterday. I saw the baby rabbit out in the garden eating seed heads from the withered tall grass, not cutting it again until there is enough rain. This poor baby must have lost his mama, he looks so skinny. My DH says he has a friend with a HOUSE BUNNY, who is quite house trained and impeccably clean, has a litter box inside. I wish my doxie girl Dixie would be peaceful so this little rabbit could be her friend and all live happily ever after.

Right now, I've nicknamed our place the Hillbilly Homestead. When we moved, we downsized from 3 generous outbuildings, to...none. So everything is under tarps until DH gets the garage built. Gah. It's quite a sight. The house is in desperate need of siding, Tyvek flapping in the breeze and all. Freezers on the front porch. Yikes. Our poor neighbors. It'll be pretty when it's done, though, and the views of the rolling fields, old stone fences, and sunsets over the wetlands are marvelous. So, I just stay inside and enjoy the view over the piles to the wildness beyond. ; )