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I guess if I want a big deal to be made of my son’s first birthday, I should make a big deal myself instead of doing yard work all weekend, eh? Still, I wish my parents had remembered. Maybe they did, and then I engaged them in yard talk before they could say anything. I’ll go with that, because it’s slightly less painful.
Yard work, because I know you’re so interested:
Holy MOLY I am a badass with the LOPPER! Oh, bummer, I see I could have paid 6 dollars less for it had I ordered from Amazon. Live and learn. But I got so, so much clearing done. I’m sorry, WE. WE got so much clearing done. Bradford Pears are uncovered and unencumbered by suckers, and there is a beautiful canopy begging for a sitting bench. Asparagus ferns are uncovered, lugustrum untangled from vines and suckers, cedar tree uncovered and exposed to sun, Loquat tree planted, holly ferns dig up and relocated, sword ferns and a peace lily rescued from the underbrush and relocated. Japanese Maples (they grow like weeds! I swear!) have been thinned and pruned.
“You want a canopy, not a thicket” says my mom, articulating everything I’ve been trying to express to my husband for three weeks as he frowns and shakes his head at me while I wield the lopper, the hedger, and the clippers like weapons against nature.
So I’m working on the canopy. I work in the garden during the week when I have to stay near the house, so tomorrow will be hose-dragging day. And lavender planting day. This week Zinnias came up from seeds I threw into the yard a while back, and some kind of bean-y looking thing. I still have only 2 tomatoes on one of 10 plants. I moved the moss rose out of the garden because hello, it’s ground cover and doesn’t belong in the vegetable garden.
I am just a baby gardener, after all. This is my very first attempt to grow anything, ever. I feel like I’m very very far behind.
Oh, but I need one of these because I need one more thing to try to keep alive.
Let me switch gears for a moment. One thing that sucks about gardening during playoff season is that sometimes your TIVO will cut of a motherfucking basketball game during the fourth quarter.
Yesterday, I missed double overtime because I fell asleep on the couch. Today, we sit down to watch the Lakers first playoff game and it cut off after the third quarter. Not cool, TIVO.