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Showing posts with label oops. Show all posts

Friday, March 2, 2012

Reunited, and it feels so good

So in the midst of Reclamation Day 1, I found a surprise.

Welcome back, old friend.
This is the hand weeder I used back at my old townhouse to clear the entire front and back yard of weeds and English ivy and honeysuckle. He was lost two years ago when I last weeded the front beds at the little blue house. I knew he had to be somewhere in the front bed, but all my careful searching turned up nothing.

This past Monday (Reclamation Day 1) I tore down all the dead black-eyed Susans in the front from last summer. Yesterday (Reclamation Day 2) I raked all the torn-out dead perennials to the curb and--wait!  What's that? Why, it was Weedy, come back to us!

Poor little feller is sadly rusted, but I'm hoping some steel wool will return him to...  well, if not his former glory, at least an improved state. Just in time for Reclamation Day 3.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Before

Monday we had temps in the mid 60s and sun, so I finally got to begin my weeding of The Disaster That Is My Yard. AND for once, I remembered to take "before" pictures, so that I can better brag about my "after." So in the interest of full disclosure (and public self-shaming), here are pictures of my front yard as of Monday.

The little blue house has seen better days.

Oh...  dear.

In fairness to myself, this bed WAS completely under water
this summer when the creek flooded and turned our street
into a raging river.

Hey, the crocuses are alive!


Why is it the street-side areas are the ugliest?

Who knows what lurks in the flower bed? The Shadow knows...
Technically this is my neighbor's yard, but since I made the
bed for them (it was bare dirt before), I take full responsibility
for it. The good news is the black-eyed Susans are
spreading underneath there and will hopefully become
a permanent natural mulch.

This... could be worse.

We bought this mulch from a neighborhood
Boy Scout. Last March.



These plastic pots? Sitting here for two years. Yes, those
are Christmas lights.


Well, that doesn't look so bad.


Thursday, February 16, 2012

Almost Seven Months...

...is a long time between posts, yes?  Luckily, I am chock-full of excuses: a chemical imbalance, three upper respiratory infections, a three-month-long asthma attack, and an emergency root canal.  Don't you feel sorry for me?  Waah waah waaah...

Friday, July 22, 2011

Welcome to the Jungle

As I mentioned a few days ago, my garden is a horrible mess this summer. Under the best of circumstances, my garden lives by the philosophy of benign neglect. This is not a yard for sissies. If you need constant tending, you really don't belong here.

But this summer, benign neglect has been carried to an unreasonable extreme--so much so that "benign" hardly seems a fair word to use. In the interests of penance, I therefore share with you these pictures of the front yard. I haven't got pictures of the back to share yet. It's too painful to look at.


Somewhere in there are my shrubs.

Let's pretend the crabgrass is a border planting, yes?

The sidewalk needs a mow.



This is my DAD'S fault! There are some lovely geraniums and other
perennials in there, but they are swamped by a mind-boggling, aggressive
outbreak of black-eyes Susans. THANKS A LOT, DAD!


Although the Susans ARE pretty next to my Shasta daisies.
I forgive you, Dad.

Oh, what a world...

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

The Way We Were

I was recently very upfront about what a disaster our yard and gardens are. Then I proceeded to claim I would get right on that weeding, and that of course turned out to be a lie. Then Mulch was gone for a weekend and I did all kinds of house projects and never stepped outside.

But this past Sunday, I finally got to work. But in the interest of full disclosure, I'm going to first post pictures from Spring, just to prove that I really did have things under control and even have a plan for the summer. Also, it will make the FAIL pictures to come just that much more...  I don't think impressive is the right word, but you get the idea.

How lovely!


Front bed.

Azaleas. Required by law in the Washington Metropolitan area.

Charming, right?

The little rose that could. Mulch was sure this guy wouldn't survive in the
(admittedly crappy) spot I put  him in.

Beautiful peonies. Came with the house.

Climbing rose in the back. Planted it three years ago;
this is the first time it's really bloomed. Most beautiful
frangrance you can imagine.

So purty.
Spring was filled with such promise.

Peppers, where are you now?

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Sour Grapes... Well, Cherries

We have two sour cherry trees in our yard--a great surprise to us our first summer in our little house. After three years, we've still never managed to be ready with a plan when they ripen. Next year, I'm going to have to go visit the Laughing Duck Gardens blog for idears.