This wet weather has been good for transplanting. Good for weeds too! Our back lot is fat with all the sticker grasses. Doc already found a sticker in Biscuit’s ear, and Badges barfed one up the other day with some of his lunch. My husband mows and mows – he joins the neighborhood symphony every weekend – but the foxtails and twirly stickers and barrel clover and star thistle just come back. Lately I been keeping the dogs closer to the house, where I’ve been able to keep the landscape a little more friendly.
I’m still moving my black plastic around, and I’m pretty happy with the results. Dead dirt isn’t as bad as I expected – I worried it would become a mud pit, and then dry up and send torrents of dust through my front door. So far that has not been a problem. The dead dirt is so hard, it just sits there.
We planted a little grove of redbuds and a crepe myrtle that Whipple gave us, and they’re doing really well. Trying to fill in some space to keep out weeds, I added some blue sage and echinacea. The feverfew came up by itself.
I weed my a lot of my yards by hand because a lot of the volunteers are nice, I don’t want to mow them away. We got nice poppies this year, and a lot of stephanomeria with outrageous purple flowers. But it takes a lot of hand pulling to maintain those little oases of color – my constant and close companion, Arthur Itis, says we should just mow the whole mess, we argue about it all the way around the yard.
When I pulled the plastic off my zeroscape areas, I started to get a lot of feverfew, a neat little herb that heads up into dainty white daisy flowers with bright yellow centers. They are wonderfully non-offensive little groundcover – the flowers are actually used for naturopathic medicines, a common remedy for headache and pollen related problems. Over the years I’ve managed to get a good patch going in my tenant’s front yard, they finally seem to be getting a leg up on the weeds, and my husband has a lot less mowing there.
I’ve enjoyed these Springy showers the last few days, I got a barrel full of rain water.
And my husband and I enjoyed a nice pot of chicken soup.
It’s hard to believe – within a week or so, we’ll be enduring 90 + temperatures. I got a note from Summer the other day, and she said she’s going to turn it up good.