city plan, part 5: planted

Is this becoming a gardening blog?  Am I going to have to start learning the botanical names for plants?

Well, considering how terrible my Spanish is, for now I’ll just have a minor garden-geek-out and report on The Planting.

David Verity cuphea (Rob’s request), lamb’s ear (texture-crazy Violet’s request) and calylophus.

Coral honeysuckle vine, Mexican honeysuckle bush, tropical sage and society garlic.

Santolina, rock penstemon, and Russian sage.

Coral honeysuckle vine (to meet the other honeysuckle vine over a trellis leading to the hammock corner), mistflower, blackeyed susan (Graham’s request), and dwarf ruella.

Moss verbena, fall aster, pink skullcap, primrose, and copper canyon daisy.

Purple coneflower, desert willow tree, Henri Deulberg sage, eyelash sage, and Mexican hat.

And in my last-minute side-yard bed, I planted potato vine, mexican feathergrass, Carolina jessamine, and wisteria.  Truthfully, when I got home I realized I accidentally bought an invasive species of wisteria.  Since all of my plants must be natives for the city plan reimbursement, this is a no-no, but I figured no one would notice.  That night I dreamed my wisteria took over the yard, so, the next morning, I ripped it out of the ground and replanted with some passion vine that had been randomly growing in the Corner of Shame.  I’m not sure they’ll survive the transplant, but at least I’ll be able to sleep.

Yes, I know it’s hard to see the teeny-tiny little plants and imagine them filling the beds and overflowing into the paths. I could have bought larger pots, but they were at least 3 times more expensive than the 4 inch pots.  It’s worth the wait.

So there it is.  This is the first time I actually planned out garden beds.  I was always an impulse shopper at nurseries. I tried to find the right spot for a plant instead of finding the right plant for the spot.  And this is also the first time I actually thought about how the plants would fill the space: height matching, groupings, colors, bloom times.  Hopefully it will turn out somewhat cohesive instead of schizo.

Next: granite, lots and lots of granite

 

Wordless Wednesday: uh-oh… already?

city plan, part 5: rocks, lots of rocks

I know, I know, I’m supposed to be posting progress on To-Do Tuesdays, and it is now Wednesday.  My only excuse is that I got sucked into the nursery yesterday, hunting down plants.  Because….

…the beds are ready.

We literally moved a ton of limestone this weekend.  And fitting the pieces together was like a puzzle.  A very heavy puzzle set out in the blazing sun.

I also finished one of the beds next to the porch.

Bulbine, big red sage, creeping germander and blackfoot daisies.

Trying to keep costs down as much as possible, I lined the bed with broken cement chunks from a neighbor’s fence project.  Free is a very good price.

The end is in sight.

I think the rainbow is a good omen, no?

city plan, part 4: hardscape

Surprisingly, when I tell most people that we’re getting rid of our lawn, I am met with confusion and what seems like vague anger.  I think that many of us have been raised with this idea that children need lawns and a the large expanse of green is somehow tied to our American Dream and to rip it out is unpatriotic or bordering on child neglect.  And while they are imagining me as a terrible mother or possibly a traitor to my country, I am imagining my revenge plan.  I do try to explain this plan and start enthusiastically talking about paths and raised beds and trees and hardscape and so on until I realize that my audience has a glazed look not unlike the one I assume when Rob is talking about Javascript.  So I decided I should probably post the sketch I sent to the city.

Clearly not professional, but I least I took actual measurements.  There have been some changes to the original design, but this is the basic idea.  A backyard oasis, I say!

So the playground is finished and the dry creek beds are done (one extra added).  Right after we pulled up the lawn I made two more raised beds, double dug them, and laid out landscape cloth where the paths will be.

Behold, the chaos.

Next week: Rocks.  Lots of Rocks.

 

city plan, part 3: lawn removal

“Let’s just rent it for 4 hours.  We’ll totally be done by then,” I said to Rob at the Home Depot tool counter.

Why do I always say things like that?  Why do I believe it?

This is how Rob felt about my scheme after the first 4 hours.

I didn’t blame him.

And then we had to figure out what to do with all the rolls of sod.  I mean… really.  Did I think 400 square feet of Burmuda/weeds/dirt were going to just disappear?

Actually, they did. The pile was gone by Monday.  Thank you Freecycle and Craigslist.

Happy ending?  Or was my second-guessing and self-doubt just beginning?

What have I done?  What? Have I? Done?

Easter Madness

“Dear Easter Bunny,

We are giving you 2 eggs.  We hope you like them.  We really want a photo of you.  Please don’t be disgusted by our backyard.

Love, Violet and Graham

P.S. We love Easter!

P.P.S. We left you a snack!”

 

To-Do Tuesday: painting

Too cheerful?  Hmm… maybe…

Better than beige, anyway.

Thanks for your help, Mom and Violet!

chop

We couldn’t talk her into it.  She refused to cut her hair.  Not during the daily brush-and-screams, or the subsequent style-and-screams, or even the lice-comb-out-and-screams (a kindergarten tradition, apparently).  She wanted to have the longest hair in class, a title held by a little boy who knows how to rock a serious mullet.

And so, we gave up and admired her  waist-long, honey-colored locks.  But, as someone, who shall remain nameless, said, “Yes, it can be beautiful. But most of the time she looks like a homeless street urchin.”

Touche.

And then, shortly after the new year, long after we had given up prodding her,  Violet decided she was ready for a change.

Typical.

She wanted it gone.  All of it.   We researched pixie cuts, printed out a photo and brought it to Frenchy’s Salon.  (I had decided against the $8 Fast Freddies barbershop, or even the $15 Birds barbershop for this momentous event.)

Our stylist braided Violet’s hair and then brandished the scissors.  (Violet seemed calm, but notice the grip on the chair arm.)

CHOP

Then she saw the resulting bob in the mirror and declared, “No.  THAT is what I want.”  So the pixie went out the window and our stylist got to work.

She seems pleased.

Goodbye homeless street urchin.  Hello eight year old.

 

(Yes, she donated her braid.)

 

To-Do Tuesday: FUNFUNFUNFUNFUNFUNFUN


As you can see, Violet has filled our schedule for this Spring Break, so I have no time for my To-Do list.
This calendar/coat station wasn’t on my list either, but it was necessary. We stood in the foyer before school every morning yelling about whether it was P.E. shoes day, or why no one could find their jackets. After school the kids threw all their crap into a giant pile that blocked the doorway. And was a fire hazard.  And filled me with rage.
But now they are excited about their very own hooks and I’m excited that I only had to slap chalkboard paint on a scrap of plywood to keep us from screaming at each other make the calendar.