I'm going to stop worrying about pictures, and just post. We've got all of our garden boxes filled with dirt finally, and now need to get the compost and drip lines put to them. Sigh. I wish I lived in a condo every year come late spring when the yard seems to take over my life, but then in summer I always think --Paradise! What could I have been thinking!?
In the summer heat in Utah, all the weeds slow down their sprouting, especially if you're more lazy than environmentally friendly like I am, and shovel out the preen as thick as you dare. I also have a good crop of marigolds now in my backyard, which carpet every non-moving surface if you let them, so even the parts of the yard that I haven't shelled out the cash for real landscaping plants still look lush lush lush. I love marigolds. They are so friendly and good to me. My backyard by July or August is my own personal heaven. Right now however it is my own personal hell. It's OK to say hell if you're referring to a geographical location I decided in college.
Jeff and I spent from 9:00 to 2:00 today outside in the rain that gradually froze into snow, weeding, and shoveling dirt in this geographical location while I listened to Roots on my MP3 player. At least the story was warm, they were still in Africa. I came inside just when Kunta Kinte was captured. That sucked. I mean I KNEW he'd be captured, but I was still hopeful you know? I never saw the series, but of course I knew. Anyway I was cold and tired, and still just got one section weeded, and there still is this HUGE pile of dirt on the street in front of our house. It doesn't seem to get any smaller, and I'm kind of vain about the yard I work so hard on, and the dirt pile really detracts from all my red tulips that are beautifully in bloom right now. People driving by are missing out on the splendor! OK, not really splendor maybe, but they are pretty. My front yard isn't in the same geographical location still. I got the weeding done a week ago.
Thanks for listening to my rambling. I'll try to post more often.
Blueberry picking, in the Alaskan wild
3 weeks ago