Life of Wry

I guess you could say I’m proud of that fact. Very proud! (It’s worth noting that our compost bin is the large size, whatever that is… it holds at least a ton of yard waste. I feel like I definitely amassed impressive tonnage!)

When you spend as much money as we have on landscaping — design, materials, plants and labor (so much labor) — it’s a bit stressful to gaze out the windows (a huge wall of windows designed to bring the outside in, designed to provide peace to one’s soul as one looks out at all that natural beauty) at a garden suddenly (overnight it seems!) overwhelmed by weeds.

Oh my heart.

I couldn’t take it a moment longer. And, funnily enough, it only took about two hours to get the lion’s share of the weeds pulled up. Most of the weeds were resting atop mulch, and most of the volume was due to bed straw — that sticky, star-shaped vine that spreads everywhere, but comes up like a dream in huge tangled wads that you practically roll up. I didn’t get it all, but I did enough to tide us over until we can set up a regular schedule with a yard person (have an interview with one in a couple weeks).

Steve S. says we should be pleased at how hearty our weeds are; he said it was a sign that our yard is fertile. Mary, the woman I’ll meet in a couple weeks about maintenance and guidance, said Central Davis has the best soil in town. Well that’s great to hear!

These don’t do it justice, but here’re a few photos taken when I was done (ish):