In July of last year, myself, my man and my two Brussels Griffons moved into a new place and inherited an overgrown urban jungle in the backyard.
Some kind of weeping tree had wept its branches all the way to the ground. The grass was weird and weedy and well above our ankles. The prior owners’ dog had taken massive shits everywhere. And it smelled.
Since then, we’ve done a lot of work on the yard. Last year, we were all about cleaning it up and enjoying outdoor space of our own for the month or two that was left of summer. We were shocked at all the beautiful things growing beneath all of that inherited overgrowth. This year, we got started early growing our own veggies and herbs from seed, planning what flowers we wanted to put where, and diagramming above-ground planters and plant placement – and I want to tell you about it. Don’t worry, I’ll provide some historical information; there are a lot of pictures from last year that I can’t bear letting go to waste.
To give you an idea of what a mess the yard was, here are some before & after shots. You know it was bad because we needed a ladder. You’ll also know it was bad because we discovered a charcoal grill (and not a portable-sized one) that we hadn’t seen before.
The yard clean-up took one full, solid, sweaty day before we had even moved in. Among other things, we discovered a giant barrel in the back by the fence filled with an unidentified, extremely nauseating, organic matter. (No, it wasn’t a dead body.) We had someone come and evaluate it (I can’t remember where he was from… Dept. of Sanitation? Dept. of Environmental Protection?) and he told us to dig a hole, empty the contents of the barrel into said hole, add some lime, fill it up with dirt and deal with the odor til it dissipated. People are gross. Who fills a barrel with rot and just leaves it to be someone else’s problem?
The sadness resulting from the barrel – filled to the brim- with alleged rotting animal carcasses and dog poop was mitigated somewhat by the wisteria blossoms we discovered, and which later covered our trees. This made me particularly happy because when I worked as a landscaper one summer I used to steal baby wisteria seedlings from rich people’s houses to try to grow them for myself. They pretty much all died after a week or two – and that was probably nature’s way of telling me that kidnapping is wrong, even if it’s only plants.
Lastly, for the record and to address the title of this blog, our dogs do pee on the lavender and it, well, really pees on my lavender that they won’t quit it. (This phrase should totally catch on: like “yo, this jack & ginger i just ordered is weak and that really pees on my lavender.”) 🙂