I've tried avoiding it for the last few weeks, but it has been warm a few days and I can no longer deny it...
I have a yard. A yard that needs mowing, weeding, landscaping and planting.
Don't get me wrong, I love my yard, just as I love my new house. I just have no idea what to do with my yard!
I know, I know, here I am a grown woman sounding totally helpless.............well...........
First I lived in a townhouse, with minimal patio.
Then I lived in a brownstone duplex, with a back and a front yard. In this house, my husband was the guy in charge. At that time, he was managing a golf course and would sit on the front porch and stare at the yard, as if they could be one. He planted grass, he trimmed dead branches, he bought shrubs and planted them and he tilled under an unused garden plot in the back yard and made it all grass for the pooches.
THEN I lived in a lovely German house, but again, it was in an urban village. Once you had the patio, left some grass for the dogs, there really wasn't much left to do. I had LOTS of planters, big huge ones, little small ones, hanging flowers and planters on the fence. But no digging into the ground, for lack of a better phrase.
Now, here I am with a yard, and shrubs and plants, some dead, some just needing trimming and some ready to rebound in spring. And me? I have no idea which is which is which. Never mind the fact that kneeling and getting back up is an hour's chore in my life these days.
So, first I'll start disposing of what I know is dead, second I'll put my teenage son to work mowing and trimming, and lastly, I will hit the library. They must have a "Grass and Gardening for Dummies" book, musn't they?
And my frugal side will pray that some gardening gloves, edging scissors and a couple other tools will get me through my first spring with just me and a yard. Oh, and I will also say a little prayer that at the end of the day it's me that wins and not the yard.