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Showing posts with label yard. Show all posts

8.09.2013

GARDEN TOUR » MOM'S HOUSE

After sharing my modest yard, it dawned on me that the yard I should really be celebrating doesn't belong to me at all. It is my mother's. If I have any sort of green thumb, or artistic bone in my body, it is all due to Mom.

Growing up we lived in a typical 70's ranch in a family-friendly neighborhood development. All of our homes looked alike. But our yard stood out even then. The back had a three-tiered garden, constructed from railroad ties, full of vegetables, flowers and trees. The front housed a Wishing Well built from a wine barrel. It was so fun for us kids. Then, once we all fled the nest, my parents did too and bought their then-dream home. Currently they are considering an even bigger move to Montana! But until then, they are most happy to live on a cliff above the Rock River in a rustic house with vaulted ceilings and a fireplace. It's a hidden gem on the edge of town.

And so in my mother's words (with interjections from me in italics because I can't help myself):

This garden started out as vast sections of open grass area, surrounded by mature Oak, Walnut, Maple and Pine trees. Under those trees are the ever encroaching Mulberry bushes. I set out to make beds to compliment the natural landscaping and began planting.  

{The house is surrounded by natural woods on three sides and open to the river on the fourth. It's situated on a busy street and the woods serve as much-needed privacy and sound barrier.}

The perennial plants in my garden all came from my previous home. One plant for each species. Each year they have been divided to fill in the flower beds. The pine trees were transplanted from the forest line into areas where they could reach more sun. I made the mistake of planting them too close together and will one day have to decide which tree will have to go, so the other can continue to thrive. Opening up the forest floor allowed for sleeping wildflowers to come to life.

{This entire area was grass when they first moved in. My mother is a gardening BEAST! At one point she relentlessly gathered grape vine from the woods and made a border around all of these beds, even edging a trail to the neighbor's house.}

This is the Southwest corner. It gets mostly filtered sun so anything grows well here. I planted all of these pine trees as seedlings.

{Mom and Dad love nature in all its forms and as such, have two big dogs and three small cats. There's a Yellow Lab named Norman in this shot.}

Each season brings a different color of the garden to emerge. Right now in mid-summer, splashes of purple, red/orange and white compliment the different shades of green. After 17 years of transplanting, composting and pruning, the garden is now mature enough that my only chore is to keep the wild edge of the tree line at bay. And of course weeding. The rest of the time I can lay in my hammock and enjoy all that I have done.

{This is arguably the best spot of the yard. It's the most sunny, the most open space and the BEST view. You can see Rockford's Fourth of July fireworks from here! To the right is also our little pet cemetary. My childhood cat Sam is here as well as other beloved pets and animals.}
 
This is the entry into my shade garden, a mixture of ground cover carpets the floor beneath a variety of Walnut, Ash, Oak & Maple trees. I've tried to plant Hostas, but they just seem stunted. Creeping Charlie runs rampant, but at least it covers the ground beneath the Walnut trees, where nothing else will grow. Other natural clumps of Lily of the Valley and Lambs Ear also grow well here. The vine growing on the pole holding the hummingbird feeder is Hops! Maybe I should learn to make my own brewed beer.

{Mom, you should! We harvested Lily of the Valley from this yard to make my wedding bouquet. I love this flower so much and it has meaning to us. It used to line the driveway of my Grandmother's house.}

Ok, I'm taking over from here. Let's head into the woods shall we? If I had one word to describe my parent's yard it would be "meandering." I love the whimsical, organic way you walk through.

There is no identifiable "front" and "back," instead you lean over here because something smells good, or you are drawn over here because, Mom, is that a giant frog?

It perfectly reflects my mother's personality. She is a free-spirit lacking order and rigidity. She just is that way. One idea is born of another, ideas are reactions to what one experiences at the moment, now. Yes, let's put a duck here.

Summer flocks blooming along side soon to bloom, Tiger Lilly. This, and then that.

This year she started a Fairy Garden in some corner of the woods...

...because these scream "umbrella," of course!

She is obsessed with nature and art. One of her biggest blessings, she would say, is that there are eagles in her yard. It has born a passion for photography, birds (which actually, she has always had) and downright eagle activism.

And this is relatively new, the turkeys. They march across the backyard every morning. Where on earth are they going? Show off.

I could go on and on because truly, there is an endless amount of detail we haven't even grazed. This yard is ever-evolving, nontraditional and truly loved. It will be amazing to see what she does next!

5.20.2013

AN OLD-FASHION WEED PULL

This past weekend, I found myself in the rare position of not having to work. Any other freelancers out there, particularly those with kids and no nanny budget, know what I'm talking about. Usually, weekends do not exist. Neither do evenings or early mornings, but I digress. And so on Friday as I saw three projects come to a close, I had the realization of whoa, hold on, I don't think I have to work this weekend. Hooray! Weekend!

Sadly, my husband was not in my same good fortune. He still had to work. There would be no big family outings or other such revelry. (Although we did go to dinner on Sunday night, alone, because it was our anniversary for pete's sake. Thank you Siobahn!)

Saturday morning I woke up with a big smile on my face. What to do? What. To. DO?? I scooped up my sprite (Thora) and we had our usual morning of breakfast, making a pinwheel garden in between the couch cushions and Caillou. Then we took it outside.

I am very fortunate in that my child likes to tool around the backyard as much as I do. She has a gardener's heart. With her little bucket and shovel and sunhat, she can sit in the gravel for ages, coming up only to request bubbles or for you to fill her watering can. So while she filled and emptied her bucket on repeat, I did some weeding. And trimming. And watering. And planting. Thora helped me sow seeds for carrots, beets, romaine and spinach. All of which I expect to suffer tragic ends because it is much too late in the season for these cool veggies. But I really don't care. It's more about the experience and getting our hands dirty. We planted peppers, beans, cucumbers, squash and tomatoes a while ago and they are, dare I say, flourishing. Regardless of how my seeds do, there will be some green back there.


Then we had pbjs and blueberries and I sent her off to nap. And this is where things get heroic.

A few weeks ago I tackled the front yard with the weed whacker. You may recall my embarrassment while bragging about our tree? I also got half way through the side yard before I thought my hand was going to vibrate right off, so I quit. The back half of that side yard sat in the back half of my brain, nag nag nag. Out of the corner of my eye, I would catch the weeds creeping up to our bedroom window, taunting me, reminding me of my weed whacking failures. Heavy sigh.

Then today I remembered this post at Picardy Project. That girl is 9 months pregnant and know what she did, she PULLED the weeds? Why had I never thought to pull the weeds? We have always weed whacked the front and side yards, foolishly thinking it was faster and better. But now that I thought about it—it's messy, the chords are a pain to deal with and you don't get the roots. Duh!

I grabbed my bucket, gloves and Hunter boots and with great determination, I was off to slay my dragon.

You can see how far I got last time. And of course the weeds that have popped right back up. But does this visually represent the gravity of those virgin weeds? Let's try again.

There we go. That's knee-high, baby, and about 15 feet. And I'm just getting over a sinus infection. Sinuses aside, I jumped right in. And wouldn't you know it, totally easy. Those weeds are tall but their roots are puny. And truthfully, pulling those weeds was like meditation for me. It was gratifying and I like taking care of the things I care about, even when it sucks. Besides, I was done in 40 minutes.

Still ugly as butt and primed to grow right back. But for now, and pending any unlikely rain, this eases my mind. I no longer have to lie in bed seeing the shadow of those weeds outside the blinds. I do not have to imagine the rodents and spiders and snails and ants setting up shop three feet below my child's window. Heavy sigh of relief.

Now if I had a few hundred bucks to spend over here, I know exactly what I'd do. First, I'd hire someone to come over and level out this dirt. It is very compact clay and higher than the house. That's bad. I would level it out then put down weed screen then fill it with gravel. I also want to plant a bamboo outside our bathroom window since it is in direct view of the neighbor's bathroom. I know what color his toothbrush is. Ew.

Then I'd take down that fence in the back and put up a new one at the front of the house. I hate that someone could easily walk back here. Let's put a stop to that. Not sure what to do about all the nails sticking out of the side fence. Thanks neighbor!

And of course patch the stucco, replace the windows and paint the house. Haha! Now I'm all stressed out again.

Let's hope for another work-free weekend soon. This time with all THREE of us. And honey, I promise I won't make you weed the side yard. Happy Anniversary!