Mom loves gardens and growing things but can’t do as much physical gardening as she used to.
My uncle A.C. built three taller raised beds to replace the shorter ones Karen built many years ago that were finally falling apart, but the pathways in between had gone to hell in the few short months since the new ones were built.
“But the poppies are so pretty,” mom said.
“Yes they are, but one bed is already full of them and do you really need the rest that have flowed over the edges and made so many babies they clog the walkway completely?” the mean old daughter Sheila said.
- Removed poppies and spider plants from all walkways.
- Removed additional spider plants that had popped up EVERYWHERE ELSE since last summer’s excavation. (I originally made a typo and wrote that as “pooped up” and thought about leaving it because, really, it’s like the spider plants get up and walk around during the night, pooping out baby spider plants all over the place.)
- Mom potted up a half dozen of the spider plants for my friend Micky, thereby keeping her busy and distracted whilst we dug up and threw plants on the compost pile willy nilly.
- Dug up the cement pavers and re-laid them in a new path that goes all around the garden. We had to borrow from the inner walkways to complete the outer one but at least she can walk all around the exterior now without getting muddy. (Note to self: get more pavers for mom.)
I wrote this a few days ago and proof-read it Sunday evening after a full day of working in my own backyard. I can say with confidence that while gardening gives one a sense of accomplishment, I do not really enjoy it. More specifically, my body does not like it.
I’m going to shower now, do a little relaxing yoga, then put on a full body cast.