starting over (almost) from scratch...
Jun. 8th, 2008 06:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
prosodicI completely destroyed the garden today. It was intentional.
The irises and rose bush still exist. I completely raked up everything that I could otherwise.
Rhubarb - gone.
Chives - gone. (The dog likes to eat plants, and I was worried about these making her sick.)
More importantly...the weeds are mostly gone. I still have some more work to do in that respect.
I also realized as I was doing this just how horrible our slug problem is. They are EVERYWHERE. It's disgusting.
I think what I want to do is brick over this area. Add a water fountain and a bench.
Honestly, I lack the gardening gene. I really want a nice backyard, and it will take some work to get there. But I have absolutely no idea how to garden and I find it really tedious to do so anyway. A lot of what I have is very low or no maintenance. It's mainly just one area of the garden that is giving me issues.
I know someday that Lance and I will look back on all the work we've done/will have to do on this house and feel some sense of accomplishment and pride. Right now, it all seems very daunting and overwhelming and very expensive.
And also...
Not gardening-related at all, but I really miss writing. Somehow, I need to get my writing groove back, and I think that not having written anything recently has largely contributed to my recent (and still ongoing) bout of soul sickness.
We need to get MS Office on my laptop...stat. I need to have MS Word. Right now, I only have it on my computer in the office, and I can never use that computer because the office is closed off to the dog. Lance is either always in there, or I am home alone and can't go in there anyway because I have to keep my eye on Munchy.
I need to get some writing gigs or take a writing class or go to the next Writer's Muse meeting (which has been moved from Wednesday mornings to evenings). I need something to light the creative spark within me again. It's smoldering and smoking like a burnt ember, but not burning brightly the way I wish.
And I feel that somehow, my writing is going to be my ticket out of certain situations that vex me about my life right now.
The irises and rose bush still exist. I completely raked up everything that I could otherwise.
Rhubarb - gone.
Chives - gone. (The dog likes to eat plants, and I was worried about these making her sick.)
More importantly...the weeds are mostly gone. I still have some more work to do in that respect.
I also realized as I was doing this just how horrible our slug problem is. They are EVERYWHERE. It's disgusting.
I think what I want to do is brick over this area. Add a water fountain and a bench.
Honestly, I lack the gardening gene. I really want a nice backyard, and it will take some work to get there. But I have absolutely no idea how to garden and I find it really tedious to do so anyway. A lot of what I have is very low or no maintenance. It's mainly just one area of the garden that is giving me issues.
I know someday that Lance and I will look back on all the work we've done/will have to do on this house and feel some sense of accomplishment and pride. Right now, it all seems very daunting and overwhelming and very expensive.
And also...
Not gardening-related at all, but I really miss writing. Somehow, I need to get my writing groove back, and I think that not having written anything recently has largely contributed to my recent (and still ongoing) bout of soul sickness.
We need to get MS Office on my laptop...stat. I need to have MS Word. Right now, I only have it on my computer in the office, and I can never use that computer because the office is closed off to the dog. Lance is either always in there, or I am home alone and can't go in there anyway because I have to keep my eye on Munchy.
I need to get some writing gigs or take a writing class or go to the next Writer's Muse meeting (which has been moved from Wednesday mornings to evenings). I need something to light the creative spark within me again. It's smoldering and smoking like a burnt ember, but not burning brightly the way I wish.
And I feel that somehow, my writing is going to be my ticket out of certain situations that vex me about my life right now.