You’ve seen The Deck….now see the surroundings!
When we moved into our home, we were informed by our neighbors of our home’s rather bleak and sometimes dark history. The short side of the story is that there wasn’t any adult supervision here and high school kids were running amok. The saddest part of the story is that the yard got zero attention. We are still picking up glass – because breaking glass is soooo much fun for unsupervised children without consequences – and the once-well-tended gardens were in a state of despair. See Exhibit A:
(Don’t mind the tarp…that was covering all the lumber for The Deck at the time.) And see Exhibit B:
Now I’m proud to say that I dug up this bed and found many little treasures in it. Like mustard and mayo packettes – still full! Old tomato plants, rocks the size of dinosaur eggs, and random scraps of metal. Not to mention all the creepy crawlers that hadn’t seen the light of day in probably a decade. Finally….it turned into this:
Yay!! I’m so excited to see if I can actually grow something! I planted the hot pink Peonies in the corner because they smell like my Grandma Dee and I miss her. I planted strawberries, because I’m a glutton for punishment – people tell me they are extremely difficult to grow. I say “bring it on.” I planted two Roma Tomato plants and one Red Bell Pepper plant (Drew wanted the Red Bell Peppers and I can never say no to him.) I planted Basil, Cilantro, Chives, and Green Onions….grow babies….grow.
Drew helped me with all the yucky stuff that we had to put in compost piles. It takes much longer to clean up and stuff those bags when you have little arms. 🙂 (That was my plea anyway and it worked!)
We’re just about done out there for a while. We’re going to give our backs and pocketbook a break and see what pops up. Now if only I could get Beau to stay out of those flower/veggie beds. The poor thing has no clue why he used to be allowed in there and now every time he gets in I come flying out the back door like a mad woman.
And who could resist a shot of this little girl. Curled up in the most curious places.
It’s almost May! It’s almost May! That means the countdown to my Marathon is less than 5.5 weeks away. Ah! This will be my new running mantra for the week.