We went on a long, slow, glorious walk this morning, Her Highness and I. And then I came home to work.
I washed the porch decking and swept the back deck so that the place looks good for Lydia and David. And then I started on the backyard garden.
I removed a jungle of Salal, Wild Rose (very prickly), Huckleberry and Oregon Grape from around the stump of a tree, felled a long time ago, and clearing off the stump. I cleared the ground, tilled it, went into the neighbour’s yard and stole rocks to form a border and then I backfilled it with rich, lush soil left over from the vegetable beds.
The garden winds between a cluster of huge towering Fir trees that cast their shadows east. I’ve a Clematis growing up the west side of one of the Firs, and Hostas fill most of the rest of the garden I planted last year because it was shaded before I opened the canopy.
Now there is much more garden and light! I’ve no grand plan; I’ll do what a limited budget allows. I’m very pleased with all I did. By 4:00 pm, though, I was pooped. I quit knowing I had today to do more toting of rocks.
And all day, I aired the house. I had the front and porch doors opened. (They’re screened to keep my kitties indoors.) It was so nice to smell the forest inside. Tonight, I’ll light the fire after a long luxurious spa, and then I’ll watch the first two episodes of season four of The Durrells in Corfu. I love the show; it’s a fitting reward for my work.
|My Rhodo is out in the front of the house.|
|Barely, I know! But growing! Radishes and, barely visible,|
Beets on the right.
|Garlic. Strawberries will go on the left.|
|This is the new Garden of Stolen Stones and my new backyard lawn.|
|The lawn replaces a chaos of roots, weeds, vines and prickles.|