Category Archives: TaMara
Above you can see I’ve started to add rocks. I did a few a day…
And this is how far I’ve gotten this week:
Next I’m going to plot out where the plants will be and create little areas for them and I’ll fill the rest in with rocks…of which I still have plenty.
I was lying in bed the other night and the full plan for the garden beds came to me. So the first nice day this week, I began to implement the vision.
Here is phase one of the side garden:
This bed is home to two Aspen groupings that are struggling at this altitude. My first order of business is to turn this into a rock garden with ice plants, black-eyed Susans, ornamental grasses and some flax for good measure. Hoping by clearing out all the high water plants, it will take some of the stress away from the Aspens. I’ll probably contact an arborist for tips on getting them healthy again.
Turning the bed into a rock garden will be easy. It appears it was a rock garden in a previous incarnation, before soil and mulch covered the rocks and plants added. The former owner collected rocks and fossils, so the yard (and by yard, I mean every inch of the yard) is full of some beautiful and unusual specimens. This was from phase one. I more than doubled it during phase two today.
Phase two – before!
An hour later, rock, mulch and plant free.
Making good progress with just a couple hours of work. I think I’ll have it completely scraped by the end of the week. Then I can begin to add the rocks back. After that, I’ll start pulling some of the larger unique ones from the backyard and add them.
The kitchen is shaping up. The table and chairs still need a coat of paint, but that will wait until the days are warm for more than just a few hours. The planters need to be hung, but not until we finish the crown moulding.
Took down the old vertical blinds, painted my old wooden rod white and hung my old panels. They are too short, but will do until I decide what I really want on the window.
Bonus puppeh picture:
Why I never get any work done. My faithful staff. They are part-time and trade shifts with the feline helpers.
Bailey is still choosing to sleep in most mornings. Can’t say I blame her.