Magical Nasturtiums

At the Columbian, we have a guy that has been writing a weather column for years. He is all kinds of folksy and readers love him. But after 10 years of editing his stuff, we know, A.) he is a pretty awful writer, and B.) he has his favorite whimsical topics for each time of the year — Frog-stranglers, wholly-footed caterpillars, etc. And he knows that spring is finally here when his magical nasturtiums make an appearance.  Basically he inspires lots of groans and inside jokes, but this year I kind of felt like he had a point.

I am so pleased at how great the front yard was looking, especially considering it was only a few weeks old! And I am happy to report I had a just a handful of causalities among my transplants — The only notable one being the little tree I got from the Columbian’s landscaping that I snapped the tap-root on but was hoping would pull through anyway.

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Magical nasturtiums by the front porch with ajuga and english daisies.

More nasturtiums

The little guy is down by the plum tree, joining the yarrow and alyssum that I planted from seed. So cute

Siberian iris and dianthus

Siberian iris from Mom, dianthus and some other treasures, including the periwinkle I got from friend Dave Kern.

More siberian iris

The north corner of the porch is framed by siberian iris and wintered over snap dragons. I love the purple and yellow.

Steps in the Right Direction

Part of my love of English gardens includes quant paths for strolling through all of the flowers. And in my mind, paths should be flagstone. I did several little flagstone paths at the other house — some turned out great, others not some much, and one I redid like 4 times and still wasn’t crazy about it. So I know all of the hard work and drama involved in flagstone paths. One major thing that had changed since the last time I made one, however, was the price of the stones. At the old house, stone were, on average, $3-$5. So some of those projects got kind of spendy. But a trip to Home Depot and Lowes showed that for whatever reason, flagstone had gotten crazy expensive! $9 a stone. So considering I had to cover 29 feet in a straightish line, flagstones was now way out of my price-range.

Digging around on Pinterest, I found what looked like a good solution — Flagstone shaped concrete. Basically you buy a mold that is the shaped like flagstone pieces and dump mixed concrete into it. My first adventure with concrete was a nightmare but after using it to patch a wall in the basement, I have gotten pretty good at dealing with it. (Sometimes it makes me sad that I have developed certain skills.) Anyway, the mold was $25 and bags of dry cement are $2.50, so this route was definitely within my budget. What could possibly go wrong?

Turns out, nothing! The hardest part of this project was hauling the bags of concrete out of the truck (hardware store guys put them in there for me — thanks again guys!) Then just dump the cement in the wheelbarrow, use the hose for the water, mix mix mix, scope out the wet cement into the mold, smooth, move to next mold. I had 2 molds so by the time second one was filled, the first mold was ready to be moved down the line. Whole process was crazy quick!

short path

This project was crazy easy — mix concrete, pour into mold (seen leaning against house) smooth out and move to the next one.

long path

This is about 20 feet long and only took me about 2 1/2 hours to make. I love how it looks!

long path not done

Once again bad at math — I under calculated the number of concrete bags I would need to do the last few feet. No worries, easy to mop up after work one evening.

I am so excited about how good it looks — can totally imagine lovely green things growing in the cracks.

Growth Update

It is the last day of my May vacation and wanted to do a quick update on everything I got done: Ceiling fan, moved 6 yards of dirt, planted the garden and behind the retaining wall (wildflower seeds, asters and morning glory on my garden gate), rototilled herb garden bed and set a few stepping-stones. Not too shabby for 10 days off. And then nature has been doing her work too. Things in the front yard are coming in nicely:

spring front bed

Iris, snapdragon, geranium, etc. all looking great.

under window bed

All kinds of fun happening here, including lupine, iris, brunerra, columbine, yarrow, corral bells, hydrangea, hostas, etc.

beech in leaf

The beech tree took forever to leaf out compared to some other trees but totally worth it. So handsome!

Oats and Beans and Barley Grow

OK, so I’m not growing oats or barley, however, I am growing beans. But I always sing that Raffy song in my head whenever I plant a garden. We used to listen to Raffy as a family when we were on road trips and it reminds me of happy family times and of home with veggies from my mom’s garden and makes me believe that by singing that song, my garden will be as prosperous as my mom’s always was. Hopefully with this lovely new soil, I’ll have bumper crops this year!

garden planted

I followed my original plan. Hoping for a great bounty.

The count: 5 tomatoes, 6 peppers, radishes, 2 eggplant, carrots, zucchini, yellow summer squash, patty pans, acorn squash, delicata squash, peas, green beans, arugula,  2 kinds of mix lettuces, 2 kinds of beets.

A Dirty, Dirty Job

I have already proven that math confounds me (see my retaining wall post). And measurements are just as bad. As a page designer for the last 17 years, I have picas and points, even on a scalable screen, mastered. Inches can be iffy but in print I am close. In the real world it gets ugly. Anything bigger than an inch — feet, yards, meters, miles, kilometers — I am useless. That said, I NEED dirt. And a lot of it. After attempting to top off behind the retaining wall with a few bags of soil from the hardware store proved I have no idea what a yard looks like, I knew that it was more than I wanted to buy in individual plastic bags. So to the Internet I went. First to a yard calculator and then to a dirt company who would deliver. They came Friday morning.

Pile of dirt

6 yards! The picture does not do it justice — it was literally above my waist and took up most of the driveway. Holy hell, that is A LOT of dirt.

So out came the wheel barrow and for the next 3 days nothing but sholving and dumping — first into the garden boxes and then behind the retaining wall. Because this was happening on a lovely Friday, Saturday and Sunday, I got to meet a lot of my new neighbors out for a walk and enjoying the beautiful day. Lily made a ton of new friends and got a lot of exercise following me back and forth from the front yard to the back and out again. Neighbor Charles (who I really like and who Lily LOVES to bark at) made it a point of coming out and making sassy comments ever few hours — Thanks for that Charles!

But I triumphed!

Dirt gone

3 days later. And some seriously sore muscles, I had moved it all.

And now ready for the fun part … planting.

garden boxes

Full and ready for planting

retaining wall

Another blank canvass ready for some fun!

The Push and Pull

The waiting is over and the black death has been removed to see the swath of brown. I am ready to rototill my new herb garden bed.

dead grass

The plastic did its work and now time to rototill. A little digging confirmed that this was not a job to do by hand.

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I had the utilities come out and mark where the lines were. Nothing scarier than hitting the gas line with a rototiller — fortunately they are much deeper than I am planning on going.

lily on dead grass

Lily really likes sitting on the dead grass — maybe it is extra warm or something.

Lines marked, I headed to Home Depot and rented a rototiller. I have never done this before and it took some time to figure out how to not rip my arms off. But once I got the knack of it, it went pretty fast. Neighbor Charles redeemed himself for all of his snarky comments while I was moving dirt by helping me get the rototiller in and out of the back of the truck.

rototilled

All done. I had to throw down some blocks to get across the muddy pit. Lily was particularly unhappy about tramping through the mud. I liked the stones so much, I decided to set them deeper and keep them.

Signing Bonues

When I moved into this house, as I have mentioned, there was basically no landscaping to speak of. That is, except 3 roses, some iris, the tropical lily thing, a yuca (why anyone would ever in Portland!) and some basic annuals along the front porch. Most of the annuals died in the frost last fall except for some snap dragons, which wintered-over and are doing great. Score! The yuca is doing its thing and hasn’t made me angry enough to rip out. But the real surprise has been the roses and the iris.

I know most people adore roses, but I find them too high-maintenance and fiddley to be worth it. And I don’t like plants that can stab me. However, after a good pruning these are all doing great and already have blooms. The one at the back of the house is particularly lovely.

roses

A lovely surprise

Roses 2

Like roses, Iris don’t really do much for me. This is especially surprising considering I have a great aunt or second cousin or something that actually bred iris and named a variety after me — DeAnna’s Daughter. I assume it was named for me since I did meet her when I was 12 or something and I am the only one of my mother’s daughters that cares a fig about gardening. Long after she named the plant after me (:-?) and I was taking care of my parent’s house in Loveland, Colo., she called looking for my mom and we chatted for over an hour. She called back several times and I found her to be a delightful, if overly chatty woman. Sadly, I don’t think I know of anyone who has a DeAnna’s Daughter iris and I have no idea what it looks like. Second cousin/great aunt has since died and her business was liquidated. Google has failed me. Sad.

Not sad is the showy display of the iris in my new front yard.

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Lovely iris in the front yard

A Little Side Project

There is a massive road construction project going on at my work, The Columbian. One Wednesday, we on the desk were going about our business when one of the ladies in Advertising strolled by and mentioned that the landscaping in the west parking lot was being ripped out the following morning and all of the plants were up for grabs. Several of the desk members have thumbs as green as mine and we jumped at the chance. So during our dinner break, Bob, Romana and I went out to loot. Romana had a shovel in her car (that is a true gardener!) and I was thankful I had a pair of gloves in mine. My bounty was pretty awesome — several little variegated shrubs, 6 giant clumps of tall aster things (thought they were shasta daisies), a little tree and a ton of periwinkle. Loaded my share into the back of my truck and went back to work, sweaty but satisfied.

So now that I had all of this free booty, I needed to figure out where to put it. I knew I didn’t want shrubs in the new front yard bed and I didn’t really have a game plan worked out for the back. However, the front side area was screaming for something low maintenance but cute. The two draggly roses needed some friends.

south of drive

2 leggy rose bushes and current home to the mulch removed from the front porch. yuck.

Another blank canvass to play with. So my next day off, a few hours of work transformed it.

driveway side transformed

Dug out a little bed. Plunked in the bushes, some davidii and asters, spread some of the mulch.

Driveway side transformed2

Looks much better. Sorry I about the poor photography and shadows. But you get the gist.

New Wall Stacks Up to Hard Work

The guys who work in the garden center at Lowes officially think I’m crazy. Also I don’t do the maths.

The retaining wall in the south west corner of the yard had basically crumbled and while rebuilding it I thought I could make a cool raised bed. I laid it out and did all kinds of crazy math and figured out how many stones I would need. Then I had to take into consideration how many the truck could carry (had a few tense moments buying pavers in the yellow car and didn’t want to bottom out or wreck my shocks).  My plan in hand, I head to Lowes to get what I hoped would be enough for half of the project. They were eager to help and got a load of stones into the truck. I get home, bust out the wheel burrow and haul them around back. The stones don’t even cover a single layer and I know now that I will need at least 4 layers. Fail. 3 trips later, the lowes guys automatically pull on their gloves when they see me coming and ask how many this time.

retaining wall

Beginning of day 2 — Still totally underestimated the number I would need.

finished retaining wall

Completely worth all of the drama and hard work! Looks great. But I’m going to need a lot more dirt.

Black Death

I really prefer English cottage style gardens with tons of flowers and tangles of color vs. structure and boring. And I love regency novels where proper ladies spend their mornings cutting flowers and arranging them (or having a maid or house keeper, etc. take care of that part). I also like to cook, so having a fully stocked herb garden close by sounded like a good plan. So I envisioned a lush little area with stone paths lining a mix of herbs and edible flowers, throw in some strawberry and blueberries to stop and nibble on framing my little back patio. I’d spend summer evenings surrounded by the smell of sun-warmed herbs and flowers, bees buzzing, while I grilled or relaxed with a beverage after a long day of work. Heavenly!

What I don’t love is mowing the lawn. And my new lawn is HUGE! So kill two birds with one stone by making a new bed around the back patio that will be primarily for herbs and maybe some cutting flowers — but I want everything to be edible.

But First I have to get rid of the grass. After digging out the new beds in the front yard, I knew that trying to remove that quantity of sod by hand would officially kill me. So I welcomed the Black Death.

Black plastic

I laid black plastic to kill the grass and put all of my pots I moved from the other house and random bricks for the crumbled retaining wall to keep it in place.

Now hurry up and wait — which is challenging since some of the plants in the pots are going to want permeant homes soon.