I’m tired. Boy am I tired. I got it in my head a couple of days ago to do a little yard work while the weather is still nice. Yes, it’s November. Yes, it was 77 degrees today. That’s fall in Texas for you. Before you get jealous, check in with me in August when it’s 110 degrees for the 54th day in a row.
Anywho, I did yard work. I haven’t really done much landscaping since we moved in our house a year and a half ago. I do have a couple of excuses. First, I was pregnant when we moved in. A few months of morning sickness followed by several months of just being BIG, does not motivate a girl to work in the yard. Then I had a baby. Enough said. Talk about being tired. Then it was summer. See reference to this excuse above. H-O-T. And I keep telling myself that anything I would have planted would have died from heat exhaustion so I was really procrastinating to save the plants. I’m just courteous like that.
But it’s now beautiful outside, I’m no longer pregnant or taking care of a very newborn baby, so I’ve run out of excuses. So out came the shovel, the dirt, the plants, and the mulch. I dug, I weeded, I raked, I planted. For four days straight. Yes, our yard was in sad shape. It still has a long way to go.
I didn’t take any before pictures because, well, I didn’t think about it. I was in my landscape mode. So let me paint a picture for you. A picture is worth a thousand words, but I’ll try to keep my word count down way below a thousand. We lost a few of our bushes to two summers of extreme drought. We did manage to pull their dead carcases out of the flower beds in the front yard last July. This was after we put Christmas lights on the sad skeletons last December. Nothing like decorating dead bushes. Classy. Their absence left big gaping holes in the flower bed next to the house. We also lost most of our grass in the drought as well. That problem will be addressed in the spring (I hope). We had landscape wasteland to say the least.
Fortunately for me, I inherited a few plants from my grandmother. She had a beautiful garden. It was always so full of life and color. I used to love watching her work her magic when she was alive. So when my dad asked if I wanted a few plants out of her garden, I jumped on it. Since she lived in Ohio and I’m down here, transplanting her entire garden was out of the question, but I did adopt a couple of hydrangeas and rose bushes.
I picked out a few more plants to round out the beds and away I went. All in all, I planted 14 new plants. The rose bushes found a home in the back yard and the rest are hugging the front of the house.
Shockingly, I don’t know much about gardening either, but I’m jumping in and giving it a try. I hope they survive. Especially my grandma’s plants. I can’t kill those. My great-grandmother actually planted the rose bushes. No pressure, right? I think I might get a visit from my grandma if I kill those.
Ok, enough talk. Here are a few pictures from my horticultural endeavor.
This is one of Grandma’s hydrangeas.
Here is the other one.
Here they are living side-by-side. I think I’ll name them after her. Meet Valeria and Anna. I hope they like their new home. And their new neighbors.
This is one of the two gardenias I planted. This one had a flower on it already. It smells so heavenly.
I can’t remember the name of this plant. It has no sentimental value. I just thought it was pretty.
There you have it. My new leafy friends. All tucked into their beds. Pun intended.
Anyone else getting their planting groove on?