The weather seems to finally be smartening up, so I took my day off to start in on some yard work. The first item on my agenda is to KILL EVERYTHING. Our backyard is overrun with dandelions, and I’m not responsible for their existence, so I’m not hand pulling every one. I’m no hippie: I bought chemicals (the brand name is “Green Earth” so I’m not totally heartless). I spent the afternoon spraying about 1/3 of the yard, and hopefully in a couple of days everything will be dead. Then I can rake everything up, add new dirt to the garden box and get on with my life. Since my responsibilities include the flower beds and planters, Matt is in charge of planting the garden with vegetables. So today I filled a couple of planters with flowers and a hanging basket as well. I bought a “wildflower mix” for the side of the house, because it’s very shady next to the hedges and I have no idea what to do with the area. I’m charging the camera battery now so I can take some photos and we can all witness the progression. Things are looking pretty bare right now, and the grass is a bit too tall, but I have plans to paint the fence and the garden box, as well as reseed most of the back lawn. Also, I’m going to bring up some rocks from one of our pieces of land (to put a path in the backyard) and an old tractor rim from the farm (for a fire pit) and paint it, too. And I guess I should get a lawn mower one day soon. I bought some cheapy solar lanterns from Home Depot to class it up a bit, and I have to go to WalMart because they have solar-powered string lights that I can hang in the tree near where the fire pit will be. Cute!
I remember as a child, being forced to weed the garden and work in the tree rows. I never would have expected myself to develop a love for outdoor work, after years of what I perceived to be a terrible way to spend my summer. I don’t even mind mowing the lawn. In fact, I’m looking forward to landscaping a bit and spending time outdoors. It’s all so relaxing. Until the neighbour's yappy little dogs see me and start barking at the fence. Those little fuckers totally harsh my summer mellow.