Glutton for Punishment.
You would think that after being home almost all of last week with the flu, I would take it easy on my day off, right? Nahh, I need to push everything to the limit and see if I can take it, it seems. After I went back to work Saturday, each day I've felt stronger and more myself as the day wears on. When I woke up this morning, I was still a little shaky and worn, but after a visit to the coffee house to catch up with everyone I felt really great when I got home. Even though my days of barely being able to keep pedialite and soda crackers down are only a few days behind me, I decided that it was the perfect time to tackle flowerbed number two.
I had been putting off this flower bed until fall because it consisted mainly of:
1. A bad mix of wood chips and rock (huh? Indecisive? Just mix them together, it'll look great...I promise)
2. A huge old wood barrel like flower container.
3. Irises
4. Lily of the Valley
Both of the flowers that hadn't been touched in at least the last five years, but most likely a helluva lot longer than that, and were looking pretty sad from being so over crowded. I hear August/September is the best time of year to move both of these plants, so I had put this flowerbed off until fall arrived. I grabbed my rake, shovel, a ton of garbage bags and my obnoxious gardening gloves that my mother bought me because they match my purse(bright fucking pink-doesn't my mom have great logic?) and headed out to the front yard to tackle this bed. I spent at least five hours mostly on my hands and knees removing the wood, rock and plastic from the bed, then mixing the soil, removing the plants, then spreading them out all over the bed instead of lumped all in one corner by themselves. Underneath the plastic, I found some interesting things.
1. A pipe that I haven't decided what it does yet.
2. A perfectly preserved cardboard diet coke 12 pack box.
3. Old bricks from the house.
4. Boards that I haven't decided why they were put there yet.
5. An old peanut.
Word of warning. If you ever find an old peanut buried for an undetermined amount of time. Do not accidentally break it open. Trust me on this.
After hauling all the bags of the wood chips and rock to the alley, I had the brilliant idea that some of the hunks of granite in the back yard would look great in the flowerbed, esp. since it's looking pretty empty right now and needs more plants. I hauled three of those before my back decided that I'm an idiot and unless it threw a fit, I wouldn't get it that I really need to stop that shit right now.
Now that I've had a bath and am relaxing after my day, I want to cry because my back is in such bad shape. I think tonight would be a perfect movie night while I lay on my couch on some ice packs.
And in the morning, I think I will be making a chiropractor appointment.
I had been putting off this flower bed until fall because it consisted mainly of:
1. A bad mix of wood chips and rock (huh? Indecisive? Just mix them together, it'll look great...I promise)
2. A huge old wood barrel like flower container.
3. Irises
4. Lily of the Valley
Both of the flowers that hadn't been touched in at least the last five years, but most likely a helluva lot longer than that, and were looking pretty sad from being so over crowded. I hear August/September is the best time of year to move both of these plants, so I had put this flowerbed off until fall arrived. I grabbed my rake, shovel, a ton of garbage bags and my obnoxious gardening gloves that my mother bought me because they match my purse(bright fucking pink-doesn't my mom have great logic?) and headed out to the front yard to tackle this bed. I spent at least five hours mostly on my hands and knees removing the wood, rock and plastic from the bed, then mixing the soil, removing the plants, then spreading them out all over the bed instead of lumped all in one corner by themselves. Underneath the plastic, I found some interesting things.
1. A pipe that I haven't decided what it does yet.
2. A perfectly preserved cardboard diet coke 12 pack box.
3. Old bricks from the house.
4. Boards that I haven't decided why they were put there yet.
5. An old peanut.
Word of warning. If you ever find an old peanut buried for an undetermined amount of time. Do not accidentally break it open. Trust me on this.
After hauling all the bags of the wood chips and rock to the alley, I had the brilliant idea that some of the hunks of granite in the back yard would look great in the flowerbed, esp. since it's looking pretty empty right now and needs more plants. I hauled three of those before my back decided that I'm an idiot and unless it threw a fit, I wouldn't get it that I really need to stop that shit right now.
Now that I've had a bath and am relaxing after my day, I want to cry because my back is in such bad shape. I think tonight would be a perfect movie night while I lay on my couch on some ice packs.
And in the morning, I think I will be making a chiropractor appointment.