Continuing the theme of "what's a plan?" in terms of gardening, we're not venturing out to Eastern Passage next weekend after all--turns out Étoile Estates isn't able to have the scheduled second week of veggie plant sales (the owner has to work), although apparently we can order and have things delivered. Not sure we'll do that; there's only tomato variety I was specifically already interested in on their list, and I mostly wanted to go for the experience of looking around. But we'll see.
Today's plan to dig out a small flowerbed was set aside when the board emailed to take us up on our offer (us and Neighbor G, who'd been planning to take our unwanted shrub) to just dig the plant up ourselves. The landscaper they'd consulted didn't think it was worth it to try to transplant the shrub, which worked out, because G had realized that it wasn't actually a good fit for him after all.
So G and scruloose
spent a while digging the poor unwanted thing up, which went pretty fast once we thought to truss it up like a Christmas tree (getting its branches out of the way) and our neighbor remembered he has a pickaxe to go with our pair of spades. (scruloose
and I spent a chunk of yesterday shopping for garden supplies and equipment.) The combination of a pickaxe and not
attempting to save the plant made it go very fast indeed, although then there was another hour or so of digging roots and rocks out of the hole, plus ripping dandelions out of the vicinity--thanks to Neighbor L, from our other side, who'd come outside and, when she heard me sadly mention our lack of a dandelion ripper, ducked in to lend me hers. (And now we have one too--I had to get some work done, so scruloose
made another shopping run to get one of those, some grass seed, and some spray-on sunscreen. I keep forgetting the latter is a thing; I hate
most sunscreen, but G said he actually uses
the spray-on stuff, and let me use some to protect my outer-arm tattoo. And lo, I didn't hate it.)
In our shrub's death, I finally learned its name, because its tag was still attached at the base. It was a Tor Spirea/Spiraea betulifolia 'Tor'. I do feel bad for its fate, but I really did try to at least not mind it for seven years
. (Or eight. Whichever.) And honestly? As soon
as it was gone, while there was still just a big gaping hole where it'd been, I already felt so much better about the space.
Or, as scruloose
said, "Suddenly it feels like being outside
In honor of the occasion, I'm using Dreamwidth's image hosting for the very first time. Have a pic of the trussed spirea and one of scruloose
dealing with its roots: ( I embedded thumbnails, but I'm still cutting the pics in case you don't feel like actually seeing the poor spirea's fate. There's also a bit of explanation of how much of what's visible in the second picture is space we're allowed to work with )
Anyway, hopefully tomorrow we'll get the little flowerbed dug out so we can plant...next weekend? Or the week after? And I'd like to get the Lemon Boy tomato seedlings settled into their compostable interim pots.
But I also have a half-volume of manga due tomorrow, which until Saturday night I'd somehow thought was due Wednesday. >.> So the amount of garden work we accomplish will depend a bit on that, too.