In case you've forgotten (and I wish I could) what we are doing is removing around 300 big rocks from the Formal Garden walls and replacing the boulders with flat limestone instead. We started this project in May. Yes, May. And we're still not done. We had high hopes we'd be done by June when the first bus trip arrived here for a tour, oh, my, how optimistic, chortle, chortle. Why, this won't take much time at all, we'll simply yank out the rocks and the perennials and then we'll put the flat limestone walls in, reseed the lawn and Voila! all done for the tour group. Ha ha.
Maybe if we'd had a normal spring this year we could have gotten it all done if started in April, but this spring not much happened before May in the garden because it was so cold and wet. I don't think the last snow melted until July, in fact, if I look around, I might still find a snowbank somewhere, that's right, it was a Short Summer.
But, we're making progress, here's the way this section looked before the new wall:
Here's what it looked like after the big stones were removed:
And here's what it looks like now:
So, anyway, back to my story of the weekend. Joel was free on Saturday and he kindly agreed to help his Maternal Unit (me) with hauling some rocks out of the Formal Garden. We had all the really big boulders out of there by the end of May, but now there's a double row of good sized rocks still in place on the west side of the Formal Garden that we were working on.
I didn't want to just load the stones up and dump them on a pile somewhere, I figure since we have them up in the air on the tractor we might as well put them someplace where we'll use them. So some of the bigger ones went where the earlier boulders did, to the Woodland Bed.
Do you see this dark and dingy place?
I'm trying to give you some perspective on where this is; do you remember the Something Else Bed?
So what did we accomplish (besides making a huge pile of brush?) in this area? Is it now more beautiful? Ahhhhhh......no.
But, I hastened to tell Carl, 'Doesn't your wall look NICE down there?' (I was trying to buy myself some time to think how I was going to fix this mess.)
'Um, yes, I noticed that," I said. "But I have a plan."
Carl is not one to groan, but I could see it there, barely suppressed, just waiting to escape from his throat. I started walking to the newly trimmed up area and kept on talking. Fast. That's right, I'm a fast-talker. But not a smooth talker, apparently....
I turned around and found myself alone. Carl wasn't following along. Oh, boy. He did answer me from the Formal Garden which is only about 20' away; he could hear me, he just didn't follow along on my little flight of fancy because he's already working on trying to finish the first flight o' fancy we started this spring.
"I think it's a great idea, but I don't want to mix limestone and granite. However, a low stone wall might not look too bad. We'll see how it looks when you get all the stones up there," he said. (I bet he did groan, I just wasn't there to see it.) I appreciate Carl more than he knows, we're in this garden mess together, for better or worse. And many of my ideas are worse.
So Joel and I limbed up a few too many branches? What can you do? Start a campfire and have a weenie roast.
Did I mention Joel sawed down a lot of branches?
The Elusive Lucille, that's who. Yesterday was her 91st birthday and her silly daughter (me) made her another lame sheet cake and THEN forgot to buy 91 candles, so she ended up holding a big candle instead.
Notice how her expression changes from
Sunday was really wild around here, and I had even more explaining to do. We all went out to eat for Mom's birthday and then had to hustle home because we had some people coming for a garden walk at around 4PM. A lady had called me on Friday to find out if it was ok to bring a few people out on Sunday to see the garden. I wasn't thinking when I said, 'Sure' and had forgot all about Sunday being Mom's birthday, but everything worked out fine.
Even when a tractor parade was thrown in the mix in the morning:
After they left at 4PM, we got a Sheepshead game going with Mom, Ann, Joel, Carl and I and played for several hours. Later on, Cody, Briana and baby Clara stopped in for a visit, too. When I took Mom home at eleven pm, she said, "I had a wonderful day."
I hope so, Mom, I really do.
I know what I wished for when you blew out your candle.
I love you, Mom.