1.21.03 garden

Last weekend was sunny and warm and Rebecca knocked on our door; she came and sat in the kitchen and told us funny stories and then asked if she could put our garden in order.

We hadn't noticed that the garden needed attention and we wandered outside to watch her pulling weeds. She pointed to different plants and explained some of the fundamental tasks required to maintain the landscaping.

I'm not sure we are qualified. We didn't cope well with our patch of grass back in Portland; I purchased and killed plants routinely, but never managed to eradicate the bumper crop of deadly nightshade. The chorus tried to help; various members made raised beds, hauled in good dirt, brought seeds and starts, but after living in the house for five years we had made only the most primitive progress. We could sit in the yard when the mama opossum wasn't around; I had some nice herbs and the boy had a rose bush.

Now I need to learn how to tend a rockery wall, flower beds, ornamental trees, and all kinds of bushes. I don't even know what most of them are called: what is the large thing with puffy fronds on the end? Does it need to be cut back or pruned?

I suppose I will have to read a book.

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