After procrastinating for a couple of weeks because I was a big baby about my sprained foot we are finally getting to work on the flower beds! It’s going to take a lot to restore them but the start we got to today makes me feel confident.
Getting to work on the flower beds was going to take more than just me.
The Hill –
When we moved into the house the hill at the edge of the driveway was covered mostly in weeds. I thought it would be lovely if we had perennials and annuals growing there. It took a heck of a lot but I eventually got the hill looking just the way I wanted. Then Mr. C got sick. I was too busy to worry about the hill or the flower beds. The hill quickly reverted to its original state with a few hardy plants surviving.
Grass had taken over most of the hill, killing most of the plants I’d carefully selected and, once upon a time, tended with great care.
Looking over the top of the hill toward the road. This was once filled with flowers and plants.
The sedum survived which was a surprise.
What are these plants again?
The rocks are nearly the only things that stood up to my terrible neglect.
Yet I was sure I could toddle out with my little garden shovel and reclaim the hill! Yeah, I’m not too bright.
I had high hopes when I started out.
After twenty minutes of really working to clear enough space to plant some annuals I realized I wasn’t going to be able to do this in a couple of hours on my own.
This was all I’d managed to clear in twenty minutes of diligent work.
So it was Mr. C to the rescue! He came out just to see what I was doing and, seeing my enormous progress, rushed off to get the roto-tiller.
I wasn’t doing anything on the hill at that point so I went to work on the west flower bed.
The Ferns –
I planted a single, very small fern a few years ago. It turns out this is the fern has decided to take over the planet. It keeps growing and spreading and, even though I yank out a lot each year it keeps getting bigger. I’ve come to hate this fern yet I can’t bring myself to pull it completely out. At least not until now. Now I feel like Al Capone talking about Elliot Ness. “I want him dead! I want his family dead! I want his house burned to the ground!” It’s that way with me and the fern.
This poor little shrub was almost completely hidden by the ferns. I’m sure its growth has been stunted by those green beasts with which it unwillingly shared space.
But after an hour of digging out the insanely thick roots of the intrusive ferns the little brown shrub was free again!
The hostas –
Because the front of the house faces north hostas are one of the few plants that do well in the flower beds. They would have done better if I’d been on top of things and kept dividing them as necessary. So that was my next move.
Mr. C had used the weed whacker along the flower beds and had slightly whacked the hosta next to the porch on the west side. At least he only shredded a little.
There’s always wildlife!
While I dividing the hostas I was
utterly, pants-wetting terrified slightly startled by this female spider hauling an egg sack. The females are very protective of these sacks as they’re filled with future human slaughtering little spiders.
Once I’d divided the hosta by the porch I moved the small plants.
I moved several of the baby hostas (which never kill anyone unlike baby spiders). But the severe storms the weatherman has been threatening us with for days finally decided to at least make a show of becoming real.
Would it actually rain?
While the storm was still just a threat and not an actual occurrence I kept working. Some things caused delays while I pondered them.
There were two types of soaker hoses I’d once delicately wound through the plants. They’d sunk into the dirt, been covered with moss, and plants and weeds had grown around them.
Those hoses had been held in place with garden pins that had become rusty and dangerous.
And a particularly nostalgic find was this plant marker from May’s Greenhouse. Doc May had been our doctor when we had our farm. Both of the boys worked for him there and Doc even hired me. He didn’t pay me as well as the boys but he told me that was because they had seniority. And he paid them really well!
As I was trying to get rid of the grass and moss I found more of the treacherous green edging that caused my fall and sprained foot.
Mr. C had been hard at work on the hill and I went to check on his progress. I was really impressed with how much he’d accomplished! He’d had to stop frequently to unwind the garden fabric that I’d covered the hill with when I first made a flower garden there.
But the tilling was going really well!
I managed to separate and was replanting irises as the rain began. Since I didn’t want my camera to get wet I couldn’t get pictures of them.
Of course we’ve barely begun getting to work on the flower beds but I’m pleased with the way things are looking already! Although my foot swelled up again I can’t wait to get out there tomorrow! Getting to work on the flower beds is so exciting for me and I’m eager to complete this part of my Goals and Challenges for the year.