Yes, this is the type of thing that excites me. I’m easy.
My tiny little Early Bird Crape Myrtles (from Wilson Bros, a top notch place IMO) are budding! They’re still so small themselves, but so healthy and perfect!
And I put the poor root-bound philo in the ground. It’s going to be massive!
That’s it for this morning. Still much to do in this yard but not today… I have to give my body the day off.
Holy moly, the pompoms are seeds!
How cool is this? The canna blooms have pompoms!
Yep, it got me. Preparation for our new fence led to cleaning out weeds and… rash. But I can’t find the plant. Every year… but I can never find it. How crazy is that?
Meanwhile, I’ve got a massive canna near the front door. Think I’m hoping that it, along with the v. large green thing on the other side of the walk, it will discourage visitors. Let me tell you, Amazon drivers are not easily intimidated by foliage. Thankfully, neither are Whole Foods delivery drivers.
Yesterday we had a Publix delivery… (Of course I’m spoiled now.) Our first smoker. The bags were horrible; they smelled like they’d been sitting in a giant ashtray and someone had exhaled smoke right into them. We almost vomited. My allergies went insane and I was drugged and in bed by 7:00p.
I did contact Instacart and they “unpaired this shopper from all of your future orders.”
The fence went in yesterday, but I’ve yet to get any good pictures.
Later, gators. Must soak my arm in salt water. Oh, hell yes it’s infected! Grrr…
The Man knocked down the concrete structure yesterday – so quickly I’d no time to film him.
He is now digging out concrete slab. Didn’t need to; just having fun!
In related home news, the bugger behind us has almost completely de-nuded his yard and taken all our shade away.
AND put a dent in our fence. Sigh. Sometimes living on a postage stamp makes me a bit crazy…
…another day in paradise*.
The old, busted chain link monstrosity needed to be ripped up to make way for our new pvc fence. The ficus and areca had grown among the links for 20 years, weaving their roots so inexorably through the thing that even a chain threaded through them and hooked to my Grand Cherokee broke under the pressure of trying to extricate them. Twice.
Our tree guys (NOT our tree guys anymore, even though we’d been good customers for over 10 fecking years!) wouldn’t go near it, not wanting to damage their equipment. Really?
Enter… the Man! He of sawsall, chainsaw and whatever those other saw thingamys are. He did succeed in getting the chain link up but I’m telling you; it was dang struggle.
He assesses the situation and proceeds to dig deep into his tool box.
Things happen, albeit slowly. There is hope. Until… (you saw this coming, right?) the fence lady came by today and told him that the roots had to be removed two feet under the ground.
Enter her tree guy, who is happy to do the work… after they mark the yard for utilities. Bless his heart.
Next time, tune in for the Man knocking down a concrete structure to make way for the new fence. That will occur this coming weekend and I’m thinking of filming part of it.
Everything done, the fence will go in next week! At my age I’m not holding my breath. Whenever is good enough for me, just get it right. Right?
*I am drowning in sarcasm today. Help me.
