Zone 7 is like, so hot
Why is it that whenever it "feels like" over a hundred degrees, I have an inkling to create holes in my yard?
I didn't actually create holes, but I did throw down some mulch and got shat on the head by a bird in the tree overhead while I was moving newly purchased plants over and over again. (See that little red (X) at the bottom right? That's the tree and scene of the crime.)
So, hmm, I actually spent a good chunk of the day in the air conditioned indoors playing with BHG's online garden planner, not to be confused with their online room planner, which is lalaland for furniture rearranging afficionados everywhere.
There is this dumb slope at the front of my house that I hate almost as much as the other 98% of my yard. The ground is hard as a rock, yet every last grass blade that ever tried to hold on has been washed away in a mini-lesson in erosion. Because it slopes, it presents itself to passersby on the street in all it's ugly glory. I've had enough. It needs foliage!
Anyone got a rototiller?



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