If you think the title to my post is funny and/or risqué, then please get your mind out of the gutter. I’m talking about this bush here. When we moved in I thought it looked sickly and planned to take it out. When springtime came around, however, it produced all this new growth so I decided to leave it in. I started to think that there was a reason it was a little bit bald below the belt. I’d already hacked away some of the branches that overhung the driveway, so I could see under its skirt.
I took a risk and went at it with my pruning shears and saw. I’d seen another similar bush in the neighbourhood with bare knees and I thought I could pull it off if I were very careful … Once I got under there (and got so many pine needles in my underwear) I saw that someone a long time ago had cared about this tree and had intended the same thing I was about to attempt, so I followed those guidelines and snipped away at all the dead stuff. Pro (Amateur) tip: when slicing and dicing your shrubbery, make sure to step back often to make sure you are maintaining the right shape!
Tada! It needs a bit more work getting the stubs off on the bare branches, and I’m going to let the new stuff on top get a bit more established before I give it some shape next spring. I think it’s a vast improvement, and opens up more space for the hosta garden my dad is slowly filling in underneath it.
The crocuses on my front lawn have informed me that it is, indeed, spring.
The tulips and daffodils in the backyard are thinking about making their presence known.
For the record, it’s supposed to snow in the days leading up to the day this will be posted (pretty sure it’ll be a Sunday).
*** EDIT: It totally did snow, the jerk. We got about three inches. Then it rained the next day. Nothing like walking downhill in three inches of slush.****
I still haven’t put away my snow shovel, just in case.
However, today is Sunday (what a coincidence), and after a night of rain, the ground is dry and the sun is shining and I decided to get off my butt and do some work this afternoon. It was way too windy to consider raking up the thousands upon thousands of leaves littering the front and back yards. Doing things like that on a windy day here is an exercise in frustration.
There is something you should know about gardening in St. John’s: it’s not easy. The soil is rocky and thin and nobody really cares about it because nothing grows in it. Everyone in my neighbourhood, including us, has these horrid bushes lining the front of the property. They are thin and scraggly and get massacred by the snow drifts every winter. They look like crap but there’s nothing I can do. I have to clean the garbage out of my front lawn on a daily basis, from the high winds and the drunken students. Finally, I don’t own the place I live in, so this is why I haven’t taken a more careful approach.
I went out today with the intention of completing one outstanding project and ended up working on four, but that’s just how I roll. Things tend to snowball with me.
Project the First
The snowplow, at some point in our long and crappy winter, got a little over-zealous and took a sizable chunk out of the lawn on the side of KK’s driveway (Elizabeth has two driveways: ours is on the right and KK’s is on the left). The turf was still there, and still mostly intact, so it was just a matter of gathering up the pieces from the lawn and the walkway and stomping them into place. I then watered the crap out of it and in a couple of weeks (when it is less windy, hopefully), I will scatter some grass seed on the bare bits.
Project the Second
I had to seek out my grass seed just in case I needed it today, so before I put that turf back in place I made a foray into my shed. The shed in our backyard is technically supposed to be half ours and half KK’s, but in reality it’s about ten percent ours, ten percent KK’s, and the majority is filled haphazardly with crap that belongs to my landlord and my landlord’s contractor, whose storage strategy is to plop all the heavy stuff (like tires) right in front of the doors.
Our stuff is of course in the back right corner, so I spent about half an hour or so moving things to and fro. I didn’t take a picture of the interior after I had done clearing up, because it still looks chaotic, but now there’s a nice clear space in the middle and a path to the back where our stuff is. I managed to dig up my gardening tools and lawnmower and put them in a place I can get to them easily. I wonder how long that will last.
Project the Third
This is what the front bed looked like when the Pie and I moved in in August 2008. This photo was actually taken in the spring of 2009, because I obviously hadn’t gotten around to doing anything with it. That’s not true. The bare patch is where I moved the struggling astilbe to the back. The rest was a wash, a weird combination of grass, tulips, baby hostas, and lots and lots of weeds. I was hoping it would just grow over.
At the end of the summer I had completely dug it up and planted some evergreen bushes. I planted some sweet peas, too, but they never survived.
It had always been my intention to mulch this bed with red cedar chips to combat the creeping weeds that are incredibly tenacious in this part of town, and although we had purchased the mulch it had sat in the shed all winter. Today I decided it would be the day to lay it down. And it was pretty easy, once I got enough mulch out of the bag that I could lift it.
Project the Fourth
Then I realized that I hadn’t made a very good edge on the sides of the beds before laying down the mulch. It looked ragged and messy. I had an edger that I found while shuffling through the shed but the soil wasn’t deep enough for me to get a decent edge. In the end I did what I did to the backyard beds last year and edged them with rocks.
My quarry in the backyard leads to the scary basement of our house, and consists of the crumbling foundation of a previously collapsed back porch. I have pulled hundreds of rocks out of this area over the past year and I am only now starting to notice a decline in the availability. I actually had to dig some of the rocks out of the deteriorating concrete matrix. It was kind of fun, but hard work, jimmying the bigger ones out of the old foundation.
In any case, today I had to do some searching to get some consistency in my rocks. I put larger ones at the corners of the beds and the Pie helped me to carry them from the backyard to the front.
I also took some of the larger chunks of concrete that had a flat edge and made a little stepping area for people who don’t want to go all the way around the bed (like me). You’ll notice that I scaled the rocks down near the stepping area so clumsy people wouldn’t trip (like me).
I’m no landscape artist, but this wasn’t bad for an afternoon’s work and all four tasks took me just under three hours. I was quite pleased. Now I just gotta figure out what else to plant in that bed.