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Apr. 28th, 2011 12:07 amI've lost my keys and I ache all over, but I am content. The trip to Annie's Annuals was a blast. The party I had attended before did not prepare me for the crowd of winter-starved gardeners attending this first shindig of the year. The Gardening Olympics was many things, among them, apt: events included hose untangling and flinging cat poo with a garden trowel. After, the Mr. and I sought out a Thai restaurant. The restaurant was filled with art. I was struck by porcelain plates depicting a Thai monarch, nattily dressed, but obviously sweating, one clear drop hanging from the tip of his nose. The waitress explained that the sweat is considered a positive thing, an indicator of how hard he works for his people. "He is my hero," she said, smiling.
I ache all over. I'm pretty sure it was the concrete. I've been collecting shade plants for the space between my house and the one I rent. Also collected: cardboard. I've been smothering the weeds there with it for about a year now. Over the past few days, I've been digging up an invasive variety of crocosmia, a bulbing plant with sword-shaped leaves and sprays of orange flowers. When I suggested smothering the crocosmia with the cardboard as well, the garden expert I consulted gave me a look and told me I'd best go ahead and dig it up. She was right. I saw it punching through the soggy cardboard elsewhere. Still, I find myself excited by the project as the space slowly but surely comes to look less like an illegal dump site (soggy cardboard edged with weeds is just not that attractive) and more like a lovely shade garden in the making. Found: two more orange bricks. I always wonder when I will find the last brick, though it's a bit of a Zen exercise because I can never know. Also found: many copper colored newts. They are scarcely bigger 'round than a big earthworm and have mere stubs for legs, and they don't move if anyone is looking at them, even as I picked them up and relocated them. I pried up out of the wet clay the slabs of old concrete sidewalk that had formed a path and stacked them to one side, and then shoveled out the weeds that had been covering them completely. Now if only I could find my keys.
I ache all over. I'm pretty sure it was the concrete. I've been collecting shade plants for the space between my house and the one I rent. Also collected: cardboard. I've been smothering the weeds there with it for about a year now. Over the past few days, I've been digging up an invasive variety of crocosmia, a bulbing plant with sword-shaped leaves and sprays of orange flowers. When I suggested smothering the crocosmia with the cardboard as well, the garden expert I consulted gave me a look and told me I'd best go ahead and dig it up. She was right. I saw it punching through the soggy cardboard elsewhere. Still, I find myself excited by the project as the space slowly but surely comes to look less like an illegal dump site (soggy cardboard edged with weeds is just not that attractive) and more like a lovely shade garden in the making. Found: two more orange bricks. I always wonder when I will find the last brick, though it's a bit of a Zen exercise because I can never know. Also found: many copper colored newts. They are scarcely bigger 'round than a big earthworm and have mere stubs for legs, and they don't move if anyone is looking at them, even as I picked them up and relocated them. I pried up out of the wet clay the slabs of old concrete sidewalk that had formed a path and stacked them to one side, and then shoveled out the weeds that had been covering them completely. Now if only I could find my keys.
