Houston, We Have Dirt. Lots of It.
Say hello to the most expensive pile of dirt I have ever had the joy of purchasing.
Granted, it is like the Rolls-Royce of dirt. It is specially formulated for vegetable plants, and has all sorts of stuff like compost, slate, decomposed granite, and some random clay pieces that smell like sewer. I don't know what they are, but apparently they are awesome.
Our backyard is not easily accessible, so things destined for that area usually spend some time in the driveway area of the house. Thank goodness our neighbor, Harold, is pretty laid-back about the fact we frequently destroy/dump things in the shared strip between our houses. I figure it is a fair trade-off, as I have to see him walk around his backyard with his shirt off on a regular basis.
We really need a taller fence.
So, it was awful. Ahem. These plants had better grow like crazy.
So, lots of trips with the wheelbarrow to the front yard and back. After filling this one bed, I had to go to work, and David finished up. He came up with the great idea to use an old board we had in the garage as a ramp for the wheelbarrow so we didn't damage our beds. Of course this did not even occur to me, as I was too busy being proud of myself for using towels to lessen the damage. David is more intelligent than me. This is not news to anyone.
What is this, you might say? Well, we had extra boards and dirt, so......herb garden. David is mainly the master of the herb garden, picking out the plants and tending them. I felt bad, because we have a short, empty bed next to our kitchen, and David wanted to build a narrow, tall, tiered garden which would have looked amazing, but I threw a fit because it did not get very much sun, and I wanted things to thrive so I can eat them on a regular basis. He gave in, and I felt bad for crushing his dreams.
But I really like it where it is now.
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