Sorry, guys. Having younger son living with us for some weeks, and knowing time is limited, I’ve taken shameless advantage of his presence to do a bunch of things that have been waiting for year. To wit, to cut back the bush in the yard that was taking over the flowerbeds, and also the garden which had been taken over by spiney weeds as tall as I.
Like a strand of intellectual-oriented people, the boys and I enjoy hard, violent work. And perhaps because of that, we got carried away and stayed out there six hours, just about. We probably have another couple of days work out there, together, and then I — on my own and slower — have to remove the weed prevention barrier from the flower beds, and redo it, since obviously it’s no longer working.
One of the surprises — remember when we moved here I was very ill and prednisone-depending to keep breathing, so yard work simply didn’t happen, and last year … well, I was still recovering — is that the previous owner had a rose garden back there Which is great, as I was intending on establishing one. I will still need to get some different varieties, since I presume what she has are heritage roses (a couple of them are, that still had flowers, one red, one pink.) because these roses escaped the choking by weeds by propagating, including a few volunteers on the lawn. I’ll be moving those tomorrow. I’m too tired to dig now.
Anyway, it’s going to take a full year, I think, to bring that yard back into proper shape, but at least we’ve made a start on the most violent phase, and I had the advantage of having someone much stronger than I swing the hatchet to bring the bush into compliance.
So, I’m so sorry I’m late. I was out there since 8 am. And we’ve done about half the work we need to do.
Take it as a sign that I feel better. At some point I’ll buy a couple more rose bushes, but I can’t plant till next month, so it can wait.
And now, I must turn to the neglected garden of my writing! In which many weeds have also grown. But they will be conquered.