One full yard cart, one prettier yard
Last week I finally pulled the black plastic off the parking strip that had been home to way too much Bermuda grass. I raked the dead stuff off it. Thursday I bought some plants and started spading.
Friday... Friday I took the day off to do yardwork. A mental health day. I was going to go someplace but decided I'd stay off the internet as much as possible and just do things outside.
So I finished digging and planting the strip, which involved removing two to three buckets of turf-leavings, spading -- lots of spading -- and setting in plants. Then I pulled weeds from half the front flower beds. And I partially turned the compost pile ... wait, I started that earlier this week... and found a couple of potato plants and transplanted them. Friday I planted three containers of pansies.
There was a nice hot bath Friday eve. And a certain amount of moaning about how I was too old for this s*t. And old enough to be smarter than to spend eight hours in the sun without any real sunscreen. I fried my shoulders. Heck, I fried my ears. I never burn my ears.
Today sweetie hacked out two more of the laurel stumps and I started spading out the knee-high grass from the other parking strip. Which looks nothing like the nice flat groundcover-planted new bed. So there will be rearranging of that in the future too. And then we went for a hike. Because we needed more exercise or something silly like that. I was toast as we started up the hill, but I made the whole circuit.
So, I am sun-fried and sore. But fairly content with what I got done. And not nearly as sore as I thought I would be. Maybe yardwork is the exercise I need after all. It certainly has a satisfaction quotient higher than anything else I do for working out.
Really should wear sunscreen, though.
Friday... Friday I took the day off to do yardwork. A mental health day. I was going to go someplace but decided I'd stay off the internet as much as possible and just do things outside.
So I finished digging and planting the strip, which involved removing two to three buckets of turf-leavings, spading -- lots of spading -- and setting in plants. Then I pulled weeds from half the front flower beds. And I partially turned the compost pile ... wait, I started that earlier this week... and found a couple of potato plants and transplanted them. Friday I planted three containers of pansies.
There was a nice hot bath Friday eve. And a certain amount of moaning about how I was too old for this s*t. And old enough to be smarter than to spend eight hours in the sun without any real sunscreen. I fried my shoulders. Heck, I fried my ears. I never burn my ears.
Today sweetie hacked out two more of the laurel stumps and I started spading out the knee-high grass from the other parking strip. Which looks nothing like the nice flat groundcover-planted new bed. So there will be rearranging of that in the future too. And then we went for a hike. Because we needed more exercise or something silly like that. I was toast as we started up the hill, but I made the whole circuit.
So, I am sun-fried and sore. But fairly content with what I got done. And not nearly as sore as I thought I would be. Maybe yardwork is the exercise I need after all. It certainly has a satisfaction quotient higher than anything else I do for working out.
Really should wear sunscreen, though.