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Posted on 2014.08.30 at 10:30
Current Location: 67114

My flowerbed was filled with all number of annuals, perennials, herbs, scrubs, and weeds. Some days it was abloom with surprising beauty I'd never before seen, but also never knew when to expect it, and it usually only lasted a day before it looked like death again.

Last Halloween I was passing out candy from my front porch to a line of little ones all dressed up (as a corner house in a popular location its very busy that time of year) and one young monster was staring at the scary-looking flowerbed as if I'd purposely made it skeletal and outreaching in a horrific sort of Tim Burton way. "Scary isn't it?" I asked the poor monster-child, who nodded in agreement. The mother asked something along the lines of, "Did you do that for Halloween?" I sighed and admitted that no, it was just dead and creepy every day of the year and insinuated I was a horrible person for not caring.

Mentioning this embarrassment to Certified Master Gardener suzanne1945, she began vetting my needs by asking about the level of care I was willing to invest in maintenance. Through shaking my head back and forth at every suggestion of even minimal effort...

  • no pruning

  • no weeding

  • no watering

  • no visual inspection, ever

...she settled upon a Southerwestern (read desert) motif and after a couple of too-hot-to-actually-be-outside-working days, was ready for the part where the flowerbed needed to be inverted. I waited several weeks, but finally got it done. It took me 38-minutes, but felt like an hour. I was actually surprised I was able to get out of bed the next morning.

Will keep you posted on its progress.

Marko assists (not really).


quicksilvermad at 2014-08-30 22:49 (UTC) (Link)
Oh my god, that reminds me. Our HOA here in Cibolo sent us a warning letter about the crabgrass in our front yard, having sent a guy to take photos of everyone's yard the day before we were able to get outside early enough to pull all that crap up before it got too godawful hot out. And now?

Ugh. Now there are these three red bushes with thorns planted on the far side of our driveway that are planted in the worst spot (every time I park my SUV and get out, they're at exactly the right spot for me to accidentally step in and scratch up my legs). Now we have to pull those up. We're thinking of replacing them with asparagus fern.

Also, we ran the sprinkler system in the backyard before we managed to get the hard water treatment. Which resulted in some discoloration on the fence. *sighs*

ehowton at 2014-09-02 15:35 (UTC) (Link)
Glad to hear you and your family made it Texas safely. I must admit I'm rather envious. And, "Ugh!" I am NOT a fan of Texas HOAs...
quicksilvermad at 2014-09-02 21:14 (UTC) (Link)
Envious? Why is that?

HOAs... I feel like they have entirely too much control. If someone wants to put a bunch of plastic flamingos in their front yard, they should be able to as a way to express their personality. But, no, HOAs feel that this creates a disturbance in their carefully balanced idea of what is "proper" and what looks appealing to them. I can understand that overgrown lawns can create problems beyond just looking bad (pests are attracted to the environment, which can spread to the next house over—this happened in VA when my neighbors didn't cut their lawn for a whole year and we were besieged by snakes and mice trying to make a life in our basement), but when some dude comes around to your front lawn with a ruler in one hand and a camera in the other, they can fuck right off.
ehowton at 2014-09-02 23:04 (UTC) (Link)
Because I love Texas. I miss Texas. I love all the different parts of Texas. No matter where I end up on this globe, I will always have a fondness for Texas and consider it home :)
ehowton at 2014-09-02 15:35 (UTC) (Link)
Also? Perfect avatar!!!
michelle1963 at 2014-08-31 04:25 (UTC) (Link)
You do know that even the hardiest of living things need *some* attention, right? :p
ehowton at 2014-09-02 13:48 (UTC) (Link)
Mother Nature doesn't need me. `Plan B` was to get my flowerbed registered as as an official Tallgrass Prairie Reserve.
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