It's off to the mulch store I go.

Sigh.  Can you tell where I ran out of mulch?  I was so close.

But how gorgeous are the Bloodgood maples looking?

Now I just need to get some sun-loving plants to join them in the parking strip.  Something other than perfectly edged lawn, just to thumb my nose at my neighbors.  They take lawn edging very seriously in this neighborhood and I just don't understand the appeal of that much grass.  It's only May and I'm so sick of mowing.  I watched my neighbor spend two hours edging his lawn.  But I spend my weekends moving rock from one side of the yard to the other and then back again, so what do I know?

A compromise!

Better? Worse? A good compromise?  DAMN YOU AND YOUR COMPELLING ARGUMENTS FOR BOTH THREE AND FOUR LEVELS.

We'll see if I change my mind again this weekend. I want to make sure I move these stones as many times as humanly possible.

The irony is not lost on me

Saturday was a big day.  All this concrete . . .

. . . went in here . . .

. . . and was taken to the recycling center. The load was 1900 pounds.  Then I headed to Lowe's to pick up twice as much concrete, but in a different shape: retaining wall stones.  I had to do it in two loads but it was pretty nice because they used a forklift to put it in the truck.  For some stupid reason I thought I was going to have to load them manually.  This is why I don't work for NASA, even though I have strong ideas about memory foam and super quiet pans.

The stones weigh 25 pounds each, so I could only move five at a time in the wheelbarrow.  In my personal hell I do this all day but there's also some sort of electronic beeping going off.  I hate beeping.  I got the general shape laid out and then I lost steam and had to eat all the pizza.  I'd moved 7,150 pounds and, yes, I will be telling this statistic to anyone who will listen.  They might have a tiny violin to play for me.

On Sunday I set to building, which took way longer than I expected. You have to dig out the lawn under the stones so they are level and stable.  You also have to smash your finger in between two of them, bruising the top of your ring finger.  It makes handling things with your hands extra painful!  This why I don't work with sharp things for a living.  The fact that I still have all my fingers and toes, as well as two (mostly) functioning eyeballs, almost makes me believe in miracles.

I got three rows high, 12 inches off the ground, and thought about stopping.  But the idea that I hauled an extra 1250 pounds for no reason made me crazy.  So I added the fourth layer.

It's such a BIG bed (seriously, what was I thinking?) that I think having it this high (16 inches) makes it look out of scale with the yard.  Or like I have a giant rock moat.

But I have a lot of tall friends who would be more comfortable sitting at 16 inches!

But I also have friends with kids who would likely prefer climbing on a shorter wall!

I've completely lost perspective.  Please tell me what to do:

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In non-concrete news

Today is my grandma's 90th birthday.  She raised prize-winning African violets for years and years.  I'd like to think my love of gardening comes from her.

Happy birthday, Grandma!

F*ck concrete

I was just going to move one plant.  But because nothing can ever be EASY it turned into an excavation.  I was moving my nootka rose and I found some blackberry, so I dug it up.  And then I started clearing the brick that is littered all over the north side of my patio. 

Remember when we tore down the shed and found those bags of concrete that had gotten wet and solidified into huge heavy rocks?  I guess they had used them to extend the patio or something because there were a whole bunch set in the soil.

So I pulled out a lot of concrete.  Again.

There's so much buried rubble in this part of the yard it's almost impossible to plant without excavating it.

But! I've gained about four feet in planting space I didn't know I had before.  Excellent news!

I thought I had all the big chunks out but then I started digging the next day and found more.

And more.  And then I found a hatch.

I was pretty sure that this time I was definitely finding a dead body.  There was a plexiglass window lined with what I am guessing was the original bathroom tile (which is awesome because I wondered what it looked like), underlaid with huge chunks of concrete.  The flat side was up, so I think they may have used this as a firepit?  Or maybe they just liked burying concrete, I don't know.  The people who lived here before made weird decisions.

I was hoping to find Desmond down here (Mom, this is a reference to the TV show LOST) but I found something almost as hot: firefighters!

Or . . . a firetruck. 

Yada yada, bushywacky bushwacky, mulch mulch mulch . . .

No dead bodies, yay!

New plantings

My friend T has a pretty awesome hookup with a gardener/nursery that specializes in native plants.  I've been able to get all of my ferns, bleeding hearts, and other plants very cheaply.  As a result I've bought eleventy million ferns.  The shade garden is filling out nicely, though T came over and admonished me for not controlling the weeds and invasive plants better.  I felt like I'd been caught eating frosting for breakfast.

Not that I've ever done that. Ahem.

So I did some bushwhacking this weekend, which probably wasn't advisable considering the hacking cough I have.  But it needed to be done. To wit:

I planted mock orange and heuchera and soon dianthus will join them.

And I weeded and weeded and weeded and moved the ocean spray about a foot and put in a King Edward VII flowering currant.  Is this too much in one place?  Maybe.  Originally I wanted to remove the mystery willow but I've realized you shouldn't look an established green thing in the mouth.  Huh?

The ocean spray is the tiny one in the middle where the hose ends. Someday it will be 15 feet!

I put down some mulch in the shade garden which makes it look much more formal and finished.

I like things a little more overgrown and feral looking, so hopefully these will continue to grow and spread and look less . . . planned.  In the meantime I'm digging up a LOT of Spanish bluebell.  It spreads by bulb AND by seed!  It's the bane of my gardening existence.

And dandelions! Oh I hate you, dandelions!

And blackberry.  'Cause I don't have enough to do back there.

Things I've found in the yard

Plus or minus 200 pounds of brick and busted concrete, liberally spread about the yard.

I figure I can do some tricep lifts in between weeding, get ready for bikini season and all that.