The other day, I was looking through old photos, and came across a few from Erin's high school graduation . . . now 10 years ago. I was kind of shocked at how drastic the changes to my landscape have been! (A future blog post, perhaps.) Over the last 10 years, I have added garden beds to my yard in a rather significant way.
What this means, in practical terms, is that I've pretty much reached my limit of what I can possibly maintain. (Actually, I've probably exceeded my maintenance capacity. But, oh well.) So there are always "good parts" of my garden . . . and "bad parts." It's like a constant game of Whack-a-Mole to keep everything looking good.
At this time of year especially - when everything in the garden is exploding - the "bad parts" are really, really bad. (Especially in the areas that suffered from my neglect last year.)
Case in point.
This is actually my butterfly garden (officially certified as a Monarch Waystation). But now totally overrun with weeds and random grass and and dandelions and out-of-control knautia volunteers! I re-named this garden bed The Prairie earlier this spring -- but couldn't get to it right away (because other priorities in that great garden game of Whack-a-Mole).
But last Sunday, I was able to spend about 4 hours out there.
I actually find weeding to be relaxing and therapeutic -- kind of like meditation. Or yoga. Or knitting. Only with birds. (And the occasional garter snake and a few toads.) On Sunday afternoon, this was a great place for me to be. I was missing Erin, mulling over some new ideas, and working out a few troublesome life-issues.
Before I knew it . . . I'd filled up 10 or 12 buckets of weeds, located my wayward garden stones (thanks, Tom!), and enlisted my digger (Tom again) to remove some overgrown plants I no longer want in this space.
And . . . voilà!
Not a great view . . . but you can see that the weeds are gone, the mulch is in place, and the stones are ABOVE the ground now. Not so much with The Prairie motif anymore. There's still PLENTY of work to be done in this particular garden, but I can consider this "mole" "whacked" for now.
(And - in full disclosure - I've got 3 more "bad" garden areas to "whack"!)