Taking a break |
Now I'm resting next to my garden shed, which has been moved twice, so that the Patient Spouse is probably glad his indecisive wife did not put it on a foundation or build it any larger.
We discussed celebrating by breaking a bottle of champagne over it, but maybe that should wait a few weeks, until it can be determined how much of the goutweed and thistle is actually gone, gone. The removed debris is to the right of this shot, and forms a berm three feet high, five feet wide, and about 20 feet long. Nest step is to cover the perimeter with a thick layer of cardboard covered in wood chips, to try to keep relatively weedless moat around the outside edge. Beyond that, the tall weeds can be scythed short a few times over the course of the summer. The two huge stumps in the back are just inside the fence line. It was probably a bad choice to include them, but they look about half rotten, would be nasty to swing a scythe around, and besides, they've made nice places to put a hot drink, a shed layer of jackets, and for The Farm Dog to perch while he's watching to see if I'm going to the kitchen. Bloom where you are (by golly!)
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