Just a girl with a hammer

Tag: stone

  • 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.

  • Real yards have curves

    We got our first real summer weather this weekend! It was sunny and 85 and perfect. Greg and I hit up the “Naturescaping for backyard habitats” garden tour through EMSWCD. They showcased six homes where people had achieved the gold or platinum status from the Audubon Society. There were some really beautiful gardens . . . and there were some really sloppy ones. It turns out I like my gardens a little tidier than some folks. I was sort of bummed about that at first, especially since I’m always telling people, “I like it wild!”

    I like it wild but only in a controlled manner, apparently. This comes as a surprise to absolutely no one.
    I did come away with an overwhelming need to obtain some meadow rue. It’s the airy, lacy, beautiful stuff on the top of this photo and it makes me DROOL.
    Thalictrum occidentale. Crappy photo courtesy of my phone.
    Then I spent all of Sunday taking the leftover stones from the dogbone and using them to define the hillocks in the backyard. The grass has a way of trying to creep up into the beds.
    Before:
    And after:
    As I’m sure you’ve noticed, my camera can’t take a sharp picture to save its life. I keep cleaning the lens to varied effect. I think it’s the universe telling me to buy a nicer one?
    I packed the spaces between the retaining stones with mulch to try and stave off the encroaching grass. It won’t work but it should slow it down.
    It was tricky under the hemlock (Is it a hemlock? Shit if I know.) because you don’t want to bury the roots of the tree or you’ll suffocate it. And then it will fall on your house. I had already stupidly dumped soil and mulch on top of the area beneath the tree last summer. We wanted the stones to look like were actually retaining something, which meant scootching some of that soil and mulch down toward the stones, hopefully giving the root system more air. Or not. Anybody know how to remedy this?
    The blurry photos, they make me so sad. The lack of varied color in this area makes me sad as well.
    I’m liking the formality of the retaining stones so much that I’m tempted to continue some sort of boundary in the new raised bed area. It would really tie the whole yard together.

    I also brought the center curve out a bit, making it easier to mow around it and giving us a spot for the old birdbath.

    My freakshow bulb is awesome.

    Allium schubertii

    I’m having a love affair with fringecups. The cups start out green, fade to white, then turn pink. They are gorgeous.

    Tellima grandiflora
    My dianthus bloomed again, making it totally worth the $2.99 I spent at Home Depot last summer.

    And my Farewell to Springs bloomed this weekend! Oregon, LISTEN TO THE WILDFLOWER. No more rain, please. It’s time for summer.
    Clarkia sp.

    Also: I figured out the secret behind Colony Collapse Disorder. All the bees are in my yard. Sorry about that!
  • A compromise!

    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.