“Gardeners know all the dirt.”
As my followers and accidental visitors know, I am not an avid garden. Gardening for me is like so many things in life. I like the idea of gardening/exercising/owning a dog/learning to speak a foreign language. I just don’t like actually doing it. OK. I did have one successful tomato plant this year.
The other successes I have outside include a few small flower beds that I keep tolerably in order. There is a strip along our driveway that abuts a woods where I’ve cleared out a few areas and inserted splashes of floral delight. Right. I planted a few flowers.
OK. It’s not an English Country Garden, but it’s a step in the right direction. It also looks quite charming.
And then there’s part of our front yard that lives under a giant pine. It’s a shady area that would not grow grass. My solution was to put in periwinkle and hostas. Good grief, those demur little plants sure took over. They are growing on top of each other, reproducing to the point of embarrassment, and allowing weeds to sprout up in their midst.
My friend, Marilyn (#2), came to visit and took some pieces of hosta with her. Bless her heart. But the majority of the overgrowth remains.
While mentally trying to decide between getting to work on the area versus purchasing a flame thrower, I thought of Mike. My friend, Mike, is a retired man who happens to be a Master Gardener. For a small fee he will accomplish miracles with planting areas. I called Mike.
Mike told me that he was a little behind and I resisted the urge to say the obvious comeback. Then he asked if I had a time frame for the work. “Sometime during 2017,” I said. He said he could probably fit me in on a Saturday or Monday when he’d have the small amount of time required. So I mentioned the tree that’s grown out of control. He said he could probably fit that in too.
I felt so happy about not having to deal with the attack of the killer hostas that I went out and weeded/fed the mosquitos in one of the driveway’s small plantings. They were into face today. When I came into the house I immediately dabbed my welts with Bragg Apple Cider Vinegar. Works wonders on bites.
Mike works wonders on gardens. It’s good to have such friends.
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.