Tag: garden

  • Random updates

    Random updates

    1. I’ve been a little scattered lately, my weekends thrown off by the fact that the boy has been traveling for work a ton. Like, half of last month he was gone. So instead of getting my projects together, we’re staying in bed until noon on weekends so we can catch each other up on our weeks. I think we finally decided that we’re not going to build the deck this summer. It seems to make more sense to wait until we paint the house. Why would we paint the house when it looks so awesome in back? Yeah, I don’t know.

    2. We booked a trip to Amsterdam in the fall! THE ONE IN EUROPE, oh my god. I think we’re going to hit Paris and Cinque Terre but please feel free to chime in with your favorite cities/sites/activities. I’ve never been to Europe and I can’t wait to embarrass Greg by yelling loudly, “The LOOV-ruh! I liked Disneyland better!”

    3. There has been no movement on anything tree-related with my next door neighbor. She cancelled our sit-down with the neighbor from around the corner and I haven’t heard a word since. Greg and I wave and yell “hi!” every time we see her and we’re going to keep doing that, pretending that nothing is wrong. And no one came to rip out her tree, so that’s good. We may never know what was really going on.

    4. I found this recipe for washing sheets that’s supposed to make them very soft. It involves washing them in vinegar with very little detergent. I’m a big fan (it doesn’t make your sheets smell like vinegar, I promise) but Greg has not been convinced. Then when Portlandia shot at our house they filmed a scene in our bedroom and Fred Armisen had to climb into our bed. As he got situated he murmured, “These sheets are really soft.” If that’s not the laundry equivalent of a double-blind randomized trial, I don’t know what is. I think we can safely say that I WAS RIGHT.

    5. My friends throw a county fair every year, held at the Kenton firehouse. There are competitions for ribbons in lots of categories from butter sculpture to pie making. I won a blue ribbon two years ago in pie making (blueberry sour cream) but this year I didn’t even place (banana cream, shame on you). I’m not gonna lie, I’m competitive enough that this was a bummer. Luckily I hedged my bets and entered some of the lillies from the yard in the “gardening: flowers” category where I tied for first in a category with three entries.

    I feel a tiny bit robbed because I used spent penstemon seed pods and how cool is that?

    I shouldn’t have to share my honor with some stupid zinnias (which really were beautiful). Greg guessed within one number how many items were in a sand jar, which garnered him some beads! We’re both winners!

    6. I installed a sliding screen door off the bedroom. It doesn’t open or close smoothly, but hooray for fresh air in the bedroom. A cool night breeze is just the thing when you’re drinking your wine and watching The Bachelorette together. Oh god, did I write that out loud?

    7. The boy requested that I plant some orange tulips in the yard. I was going to plant “Sensual Touch” bulbs but I decided that it would be more embarrassing to order him “Orange Princess” bulbs. Do you like our princess bulbs? Greg picked out these pretty princess bulbs!

    Because I’m not a totally horrible girlfriend, I also ordered him some Bastogne bulbs. Bastogne is featured prominently in Band of Brothers, which he loves. This has nothing to do with the fact that I think they’re gorgeous and he never asked for red bulbs in the first place. I’m just being thoughtful.

    8. My sister is coming up this month to visit and take photos of the garden. She is a fancy-pants photographer and she’s going to document the yard better than I can. You know what would’ve been a great idea? Watering the lawn so it won’t be all brown when she’s here with her fancy-pants camera. Hopefully she can just photoshop that out.

    Hope you’re enjoying your summer!
  • Magic! Now in pink.

    There have been magical things happening in the yard recently. The boy and I are were eating dinner on the deck and I interrupted a story he was telling by swearing and running toward the planter. I had caught a glimpse of hot pink from behind the tomatoes, where the coneflower is planted. I planted the coneflower last spring and it never did anything. I had no idea what color the blooms would be. So imagine my surprise when I saw this:

    Daaaaaaamn!

    My “little honey” oakleaf hydrangea, planted last summer, bloomed for the first time.

    I’ve planted rhubarb twice before and it failed to thrive; not so this time. It’s huge! And it’s just going to get bigger.

    I am so in love with this heuchera. I believe it’s Hollywood and it started blooming in early April. The blooms have stayed hot pink (and beautiful) for months and now they’ve pushed out a second round of flowers. The hummingbirds love them and the foliage is a gorgeous dusty purple. I have some other heuchera varieties in my yard and they’re just kind of “enh.” The best part of this lovely Hollywood? It was one scraggly plant I bought for $4 at a plant sale that I cut in five pieces and planted.

    And dahlias! Hooray for dahlias!

    Just one month ago I planted tomato plants.
    And now they’re doing this.
    I don’t even water my tomatoes! Magic.
  • I’ve been making craptastic movies again.

    Oh, Windows Movie Maker. You make such terrible movies.

    I wish I’d been better about taking photos this year.
  • I’ll plant calla lillies someday to balance this out

    I’ll plant calla lillies someday to balance this out

    When we moved the raised beds after tearing out the patio slab we found this weird deposit of cement. It was really hard to get out. I know this because I took pictures while Greg pried it out of the ground. It took him a long time.

    It’s been floating around the yard (as much as a hunk of cement can) since we removed it. I jokingly set it up by the entrance, at which point we decided it was so inappropriate that it had to stay.
    Since this area is sort of pokey, it seems right to put it here.
    I mean, come on, this plant is right behind it!
    Want me to teach you how to use an upside-down calculator to write BOOBLESS? It’s hysterical.
  • It finally happened

    It finally happened

    I started my new job and it’s been exhausting. I came home tonight and decided to take it out on the pear tree.

    I cut it down!
    Then I dug a hole to put in the California wax myrtle I bought and holy-effing-shit, it finally happened.

    I found a body. Or bones.
    PLEASE SOMEONE TELL ME THESE ARE CHICKEN BONES.
  • Some random updates from the garden

    Some random updates from the garden

    I really want the entrance to the yard, as you go past the ferns and bleeding hearts, to envelop you in green.

    Ultimately I want to put an arbor here with an evergreen vine on it but for now I decided to use my victory wine barrel planter to plant fennel. Fennel gets tall and bushy pretty fast, so it should fill in quickly. Fennel also gets thuggish, so I wanted to keep it confined to a container. Putting the barrel at the entrance to the yard will remind Greg, every single time, that I am stubborn. Because he wouldn’t remember otherwise.

    The fennel is small so I filled out the planter with astilbe and petunias. Go, old lady annuals, go!

    I bought this stool at a thrift shop two summers ago and it sat in my garage, unused. I threw some Autumn Joy sedums in a pot (they will get way too big for it but I can transplant later) and it’s nice to have some height in this area. I want to transplant my clematis to this area so it can climb the fence and not have to compete with the hops.

    Sedum telephium

    I planted a purple sedum that I’m in LOVE with, sedumBertram Anderson.’ I think the purple is going to look awesome with the Oregon stonecrop (the seafoam colored one on the bottom).

    SedumBertram Anderson

    Bleeding heart is beginning to grow up through the hosta and I love it.

    So once the fennel grows in and I get the rain garden in there should be a corridor of green that draws you into the yard.
    BEHOLD, MY MS PAINT SKILLS!
    So there will be fragrant mock orange and daphne on the left and fragrant sarcocca on the right (can you see its tiny form next to the wheelbarrow?) and a lush rain garden with grasses and sedges that draws you in and points you toward our awesome deck (which is coming soon).
    We pretended to have dinner on the deck the other night (before I replaced the fence). It was lovely.
    Summer in Oregon, I’m gonna marry you and have a million of your babies.
  • Crossing things off the list

    Crossing things off the list

    I have some time off before I start my new job so I decided to finally tackle the dilapidated fence on the west side of the yard. I’ve also watched an inadvisable amount of Real Housewives of New York. That show makes me feel dirty.

    The fence didn’t provide a shred of privacy.

    Also, the cedar (it’s a cedar! not a hemlock!) was planted too close to the fence and, as it grew, it pushed the fence out.
    So I had to build the fence around the tree. But first I made sure to NOT measure the existing posts (which I was reusing) before I went to buy wood. I just assumed they’d be six feet apart but, no, these posts were sunk by a drunk toddler, so some of the spans are 93 inches, some are 70, some are 82! It’s fun because it requires custom cuts for every single stringer AND now the fence isn’t up to code. But I digress.

    Ignore the horizontal board, it was just to help me keep the board height level.

    We still have some special cuts to do around the cedar but I figure I should let the enginerd help with that. This weekend I had a hot shirtless Greg mowing my lawn in my newly private yard that I love and I felt so, so lucky.
  • I win.

    I win.

    We were driving to Home Depot to get a replacement blade for the lawnmower and I mentioned that I wanted to get one of those wine barrel planters. Greg was like, “Let’s get it next time.”

    “Why?”
    “We’ll get it next time.”
    “I’m getting it.”
    “Just get it next time.”
    “Do you know me at all? Now I’m getting two.”
    “It’s not going to fit in your Honda. Let’s just come back with the truck.”
    “I CAN FIT THREE IN MY HONDA. NOW I’M BUYING THREE, ARE YOU HAPPY?”

    Anything can be a competition if you try hard enough!

  • A hail mary from the mystery willow!

    A hail mary from the mystery willow!

    I decided the mystery willow is gone. The neighbors behind it moved down the street and rented out the house to their nephews who smoke constantly, play loud bad music, and generally make me feel 80 years old, and why can’t they just keep it down so I can putter in my yard, for pete’s sake?

    So I want to chop it down and plant something fast growing, evergreen, and DENSE. I succumbed to the Backyard Habitat rep’s suggestion of a California wax myrtle. It grows really fast, it’s evergreen, and it forms a nice privacy hedge.

    But the mystery willow said a hail mary! It produced fruit.

    The mystery willow is a pear tree! Goddamn it.
    I’m still going to chop it down. My inner 80 year old demands it.
  • Let’s move rock!

    Let’s move rock!

    There’s been no movement on the doug fir saga. My next door neighbor E asked (through another neighbor) if we could hold off on meeting. It’s starting to sound like E is having signs of diminishing mental faculties. A landscaper was hired to clear the shared area under our roses and he told me she said I was “trying to take over her yard.”

    The neighbor who is trying to help us figure this out says that E is paranoid and convinced I reported her, and there’s no reasoning with her. I’m still hoping we’ll have a sit-down, but I’m not convinced it will change anything. I’m trying to just let it go, since I never did anything in the first place, and you can’t rationalize with dementia.

    The city forester called me back and said that she can’t see anything on file and she doesn’t know of any way that someone could force the removal of a healthy tree. The forester said the only thing she could speculate would be a letter from a neighbor, for insurance purposes. Apparently, if someone was concerned about the tree, they could send a certified letter to the owner and state that they are concerned about the tree. Then, if the tree fell down on their house, the neighbor who owned the tree would have to pay for repairs.

    So maybe someone sent her a letter? Or maybe they didn’t? I may never know because she won’t talk to me directly. *Sigh*

    Instead of thinking about this I’ve been working on the backyard. I decided I wanted to continue the retaining stones around the area where the cement slab had been.

    The cedar bark wasn’t staying where it should.
    Et voila!
    And now I would like to never haul cement or stone or rock ever again.