Gardens, Paths, and Rusty Finds

25 Feb

Saturday afternoon we laid a small rock ‘patio’ for an old bench of my grandmother’s. Bob still hasn’t chosen a color for the bench. I rather like it the way it is.

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It was definitely an afternoon project.

Bob dug out the soil and laid a sand base. I pulled weeds and cleaned the beds in the surrounding area, taking some of the soil he dug and filling the boxes that had settled.

We moved a couple of wrought iron window boxes to the ledge behind the bench. I’ll plant those with flowers, something fragrant in a couple of weeks. The garden boxes behind are slated for the addition of juniper. Bob wants a couple of Japanese maples added to the two large boxes behind the juniper. He will add some sort of climbing thing on either side of the bench.

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We’ll plant these soon.

A garden is always in flux. We rearrange every year. We add new plants and clean and discard the ones that didn’t work out for us. Our biggest problem is the Bermuda grass. It invades everything.

One year I dug a small trench around the center bed and filled it with vinegar and salt. It helped. But Bermuda grass is tenacious…it digs in deeper and will still breach your barriers.

Some days I want to kill it all and start over. I imagine some sprig would survive to taunt me.

The hyacinths bloomed.

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The daffodils followed.

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The camellia had blooms all winter but now they are big and beautiful tucked away among glossy leaves.

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Spring is slowly moving in. Its tentative greetings are a welcome sight appearing against the refuse of fall’s demise and winter’s storms.

The clean-up has begun. Finding these gems in my garden is satisfying. My gray thumb gets a workout trying this and that. So does my wallet.

The pecan tree was looking a little…uh, well you decide. I thought he looked rather sad. He’s very old. He no longer bears pecans of any use. I can’t let him go.

Mr. Pecan

Mr. Pecan

Lastly,  I found this in the yard.

Dead Dogs' Toy...used to be furry.The squeaky still works!

Dead Dogs’ Toy…used to be furry.The squeaky still works!

We routinely have to retrieve the forks, knives, spoons, and spatulas they take out of the dishwasher. On one occasion Bunny dragged a bed pillow through the doggie door. We’re not sure how she accomplished this herculean task. Where there’s a will, there’s a way I suppose.

Damn Dog.

7 Responses to “Gardens, Paths, and Rusty Finds”

  1. little poppits February 26, 2013 at 4:21 am #

    I LOVE that bench, i would love to find something like that. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

    • thepolkadotskirt February 26, 2013 at 8:24 am #

      My grandmother sat on that bench and watched the world from her porch. Love the history of it too!

      • little poppits February 27, 2013 at 3:30 am #

        bet she saw alot of gossip! xxx

      • thepolkadotskirt February 27, 2013 at 8:46 am #

        I’m sure! My son-in-law is from Birmingham. Are you close?

        ________________________________

      • little poppits February 28, 2013 at 3:00 am #

        well, we are in the south at Bognor Regis, near to Brighton. Birmingham is prob only a few hours away though. xxxxxxxx

  2. MisBehaved Woman February 26, 2013 at 2:18 pm #

    The bench is wonderful! Well, the whole garden is awesome but I really love the bench and the fact that is a personal treasure to you. Bermuda grass…it’s the only grass that grows here in my little spot of sand so I have a love/hate relationship with it. The main good it does for us is strangle out most of the goatheads…but it knows no bounds and never stays out of areas where you don’t want it!

    • thepolkadotskirt February 26, 2013 at 2:52 pm #

      Thank you! My husband person and I have put in a lot of hours, a lot of trial and error, and a number of temper tantrums for our garden. It is a work in progress!

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