I cannot believe it’s Tuesday already. Time moves so much faster since I left the outside work force. And early retirement is a pleasure I strive to maintain. As a result, we have to pick and choose where to spend our money.
Expensive yard improvements are no longer in the budget, and my flower beds are a mess thanks to an abutting back neighbor’s field turned unkempt disaster. Bindweed is a big issue. So are many other aggressive weeds and even an invasive tree (!) taking over the supposed weed suppressing rocks in the middle tier of our back retaining wall system.
Years ago I made an effort to turn that central section into a garden oasis complete with trellis, meandering path, and a tiny patio planned along the way. The wisteria never bloomed, instead overgrowing that trellis until the cedar frame warped and its base twisted right out of the ground. Delicate perennials became strangled by trash growth. Only a few welcome plants remain growing within the stone, such as my little white pine, Japanese maple, and a lilac bush among a few others.
These days, with lower energy reserves and very little tolerance for heat, I lamented over these situations to SO after I mowed the uppermost rear tier this morning. What did I hear in response? Solutions which cost either too much precious time, money, energy, sweat, or all four.
As it is I cannot calculate my personal and economic resources poured into this smallish property over the years. That included a lot of the mulch SO recommended this morning that ‘every gardener use’. You see, I used to buy the expensive soil amending type that degrades into the ground every year. Now the mere thought of hauling and spreading the stuff wears me out.
And I’m the younger in this couple, so forget any real assistance. I didn’t even mention the decrepit and mildewed ivy needing removed from the north side of the garage. Somewhat heat exhausted and with verbal expression being one of my least attributes, I heard myself getting more and more shrill decrying every well meaning suggestion.
Finally SO just walked away with nothing more to say. And I hated it. The frustration ate at me while I showered and dressed.
Reasonable points came to mind and I didn’t waste time readdressing my plight at the first opportunity. The bottom line is that I’m tired of the fight set up for myself the day I chose this home and started to garden. Going back in time to warn that young woman isn’t an option. Neither is buying or renting a condominium, moving another expense and inconvenience SO dreads.
All I can do is hack away at the issues a little at a time. Meanwhile, I asked for a sympathetic ear instead of a litany of rather unworkable solutions. Rant concluded.
On the bright side, my ill advised landscaping decisions brought the best, life altering little stray cat into our lives. Before Luna found me taking a break from weed pulling back in 1999 I lacked adequate medical treatment for a pesky asthma condition. Though my furry little soul mate is gone, we still have Tilly and Jezebel. SO and I laugh over their aged antics every day.