Saturday, September 20, 2008

I have a plan for that.

I am not domestic. I don't clean, I don't craft. I am not nurturing. I don't think I've ever planted anything and had it thrive. And yet. I have this yard.

Around three thousand square feet of yard, to be precise. When I moved into this house, there appeared to be something resembling a lawn in the back yard. And a bed of irises, a couple rose bushes, a cherry tree, and a fig tree. A hammock. Cool, I thought. I'll get a dog. I'll get some patio furniture. I'll sit back here with friends and family and my dog and bask in this spot of suburban eden.

Pretty, huh?

Turns out grass needs to be mowed. And what looks like lawn isn't always grass; it can grow up into nasty weeks like foxtails. And blackberry brambles can lurk beneath dense iris foliage, and, in fact, eventually overtake everything else. And don't get me started on the red valerian - people cultivate this stuff? They must, because the google search "kill red valerian" yields very disappointing results.

So three years later, I have a dog whose paws and fur I regularly pick over to make sure he's not packing any foxtails (only one trip to the emergency vet so far, after he snorted one). I have patio furniture that is surrounded by weeds taller than it is. I have blackberry vines that sprout up in every corner of the yard.

But. I have a plan.

Thanks to the increasing unstable financial industry, my job answering angry customer letters at the bank has been cut. While I am actively (fervently) job hunting, my severance package is generous enough to allow me to not panic quite yet about not being gainfully employed. So I'm going to spend some time on ungainful employment. Therefore, October 2008 is yard renovation month.

I have no plans for a garden. Tidy beds of color coordinated perennials (or worse, annuals) aren't especially interesting to me. No, this is a yardening project. I do plan on some raised beds that will hopefully house veggies later in the fall and next springs. And I'll happily plant bushels of those hardy plants that thrive in this Mediterranean-esque climate - lavender, sage, rosemary. But primarily, I am going to reclaim that horrible mass of weeds and make it into the outdoor living room I envisioned when I moved in three years ago.

I already got started, sort of, back in July, when I rented a pair of pygmy goats to take on the worst of the problems. They did in most of the blackberries, chowed down on the evil red valerian, and ate up lots of dried out oxalis. Sadly, they barely touched the foxtails, though they did leave lots of little piles of fertilizer behind.

Little Mummy. That's the dread red valerian behind her.


But now I'm left with a very brown yard, the remains of a substantial blackberry patch, and lots of ideas. Know-how? Not so much. But, I am determined. I have time on my hands and the internet to guide me. My plans?

  • Kill what's left of the "lawn" and sow white dwarf clover instead. Its drought resistant, needs minimal mowing, and improves the quality of the soil.
  • Build a shaded patio. One of my biggest problems with the yard is the lack of shade, so I am going to lay a patio with concrete pavers and rig a way of hanging the three shade sails I've already bought. I think I might need help for this one...
  • Tear down the old rusty shed, move the dog run to where it used to be, move the silly gazebo frame I bought before I even moved in to where the dog run used to be, and grow vines up it. Wisteria maybe. Or bougainvillea, considering I know they thrive in my yard. Oh, and probably lay a second patio under that. Sigh.
  • Build raised beds for vegetables and those hardy med perennials.
  • I also have plans for the front yard and the parking strip (hellstrip), but I'll get to that later...

And finally, some pictures to prove that the yard is just as bad as I describe it...

That's the same view as above, taken in September as opposed to April.

Remember the iris picture above? Same cement wall.


At least there aren't any rusted out cars back here.


Kel said...

Good luck with all that! I would help, but it is a bit of a commute. And I kill plants. Remember how I killed Mike's plants? And he was a California certified nurseryman! There is a garden here at the house (note it is not my garden. ) and I get to use the herbs and vegetables. I like your shade idea: Like the yard isn't useful unless it has spaces for humans to chill.
Good luck!

Kara said...

Thanks, Kel. Sure you don't want to visit? I hope to kill lots of stuff - that's not a very good gardener intention, is it?