Progress

The front garden is done.  Meaning, it is no longer parading about as something that should have been a garden but, in our four years here, never was.  It is now a quaint little bed of limestone, with a cute raised wall below the living room windows, and a tree growing out of the middle.

We were told that laying down landscaping fabric under the rocks wouldn't do the trick for total weed suppression.  They're that tenacious.  Given the crop of weeds that blessed our small patch of earth out our front door every summer, I believe that.  But Amy's mom knows a trick where you lay down newspaper before throwing the rock on top, and it's supposed to work wonderfully.  She has a test area in her own backyard where there's newspaper in one area and fabric in another.  Current status?  Landscaping fabric: weeds, newspapers: no weeds.

We put down newspapers and then rolled the fabric over top.  Take that, bitches!

I should have a couple pictures up soon.  I would have snapped the 'after' shot last night, but it was nearly 10 PM when we finished and, even as far north as we are, the lighting wasn't too good at that time.  Tonight or tomorrow, then.

Amy is leaving for a girls' weekend away from home this Friday.  Just me, the boys, the dog, and freshly shampooed furniture and carpets for two full days.  What could possibly go wrong?

Comments

[Moksha Gren]

Way to go, Amy and Simon! Newspaper, eh? Beating back incursions with strongly worded editorials...I love it. Can't wait for the pictures.

In yet another odd coincidence, Moonshot and I are currently working on a basement remodel as well. Nothing major, just smoothing out some walls and painting an dhopefully getting some new lighting down there. The currently goal is to get it put generally back together by Norah's party this Saturday.

[Alec Lynch]

Tamara and I thought about doing some landscaping. Then we realized it was a lot easier just to put scenic posters over all the windows.

[Mark]

Nicely done. Well, done, anyway. We'll leave any modifiers for after we see pictures.

[Mark]

Amy: Geez, Mom, I don't know why we're getting weeds over in the limestone garden, there.

Amy's Mom: Did ya use newspaper like I told ya?

Amy: Oh, ya.

Amy's Mom: What kind of weed killer did ya soak it in before spreading it out, there?

Amy: Umm. Weed killer?

[Simon]

Moksha, Amy was more of the opinion that the papers would give the big tree something to read, but beating back the weeds with editorials has a nice ring to it too. I think we're going to commit to a renovator guy this week to come and start our basement next month, so we're both a little scared of how it'll look and how much more bare our bank accounts will look. Oh well.

Alec, sometimes when you say "Tamara and I", I get the picture of you as the one doing the thing you mention, and Tamara as the one shaking her head in the background.

Mark, pictures to come, certainly. Probably Saturday. Nobody mentioned anything about the weedkiller. Too late now.