Mar 14, 2008 21:04
I finally got to work on my yard yesterday since I was off and it was so beautiful. I pulled out nine old dead bushes, which was HARD. I mean, wow. But now my big brick planter is free, and the soil in it looks very nice and dark and earthy. I saw several worms. I should be able to plant lots of flowers in it. I also ripped out a small overgrown garden that had a broken old picket fence around it. I'm going to till the ground up there and maybe plant some ground cover and a few plants. The lady who lived here before had a little white praying Mary statue in there that was hidden under the weeds. I like the idea of making a new garden around that. Tomorrow Mike and I are going to try to build my Square Foot Garden box. I am also going to Menards to look at their recyling bins. I saw them there once before. And hopefully I'll remember to wash out the big bucket I got today to start keeping our compostable kitchen stuff in until we can set up the compost pile.
I got paid today, so I bought three one-pound packs of Laura's Lean Beef since it was on sale at Kroger for only one cent more per pound than the regular ground beef! I kept one in the fridge and froze two. It's not organic, but it is raised without antibiotics or hormones, and natural grass- and grain-fed. I also bought an organic raspberry vinaigrette dressing, organic oatmeal to eat with my wheat germ, and an organic taco kit for dinner tomorrow.
I was touched the other day and I wanted to share it. When I was standing in my yard with Charlie after work, a purple car pulled up and a little old lady got out. She walked up to me and said, "I used to own this house." She said that she drove by a lot and always meant to stop, and when she saw my car she did. I of course knew who she was, and who her husband had been, and a lot of other things about her. We had found a box of her daughter's old pictures and cards in the attic and put the pieces together. I didn't want to tell her that though, so I didn't know quite what to say, but she started telling me about how she had put up the siding herself, and her husband (who was a carpenter apparently) had built the kitchen and the sunroom. She said he died five years ago and the house was just too much for her. She told me, "It was built with love." I honestly felt honored that she stopped by and told her I was very glad to get to talk to her. What a sweet lady.