He was a force to be reckoned with as I tried to bury my bare root wild flowers into the front yard gardens. Relentlessly he was underfoot, grunting, scampering up my leg, shaken off; grunting, scampering up my leg, shaken off; grunting...well, you get the idea. I had to escape to the back yard for a breather. The next morning he found the back yard and paradise was lost. Hissing loudly while clapping hands set him about face to scurry up the nearest tree, so hissing was in my future - to the point of overkill, perhaps.
This year has been a bit rough re-inventing the gardens to not kill this slightly older gardener. Of course, this kind of work is best done before one's in the purgatory of working as an older gardener; but then, when have I ever approached my outdoors knowing time will eventually began to work against me? Never! (Sigh...) Now it's daily sabbaticals after just a few hours.
Look at the close-up and discover a spider-in-residence
Next was butchering the grapevine from a lengthy sixty feet to a shortly twenty feet and lowering its height to shoulder level...a work in progress. Ripping vines out of the blackhaw viburnum on their journey to the ash tree, the neighbor next door, and the moon, no longer exists.
Happy, Happy, Happy!!!
Last were the raised containers on the patio with the ten foot high rebar trellis enveloped in passion vines and clematis. I'm a bit blue with their demise. In place now is a drainage system to keep the earth from swallowing up our house, which is a good thing, isn't it?
Joy, Joy, Joy...pooh!!!
Don't get me wrong...this creation is still rock city when it comes to the neighborhood of grassy plots all in a row, but it's my masterpiece, for better or for worse. I can live with that as long as I don't stub my toe planting those dang Turk Cap lilies when one of these days they should arrive.