And by "it" I mean tearing out our sad mulch filled garden beds and making a game plan for some not-so-sad beds next year. Spoiler: It went horribly wrong.
This normally happens when I make a quick decision and don't think something all the way through, but they were taunting me. Every time we pulled into the driveway they screamed out "Look! You're the ugly house on the block!" So I did something about them! I grabbed my shovel and wheelbarrow and scooped all (well, some) the mulch out, then ripped out all the torn weed blocking fabric.
This is where things went wrong. Look what I came up against, you guys.
Those are shingles. Like the kinds that go on your roof. In my planter. The roof was redone about two years before we moved into our little house, and apparently instead of getting a dumpster they just laid them out in the planters. They were stacked in there five or six deep. Not great.
So, I grabbed a shovel and dug them all up. In all, it took about a week of on and off digging and cursing our former owners. And dealing with a view like this:
Now it looks much happier. We had a hosta on the opposite side of the porch, which gets direct sunlight almost all day long. Mr. Hosta was very unhappy throughout the 100+ summer we had, so I split him up and moved him to the shady side of the house.
He (they?) is/are much happier now.
So there's the game plan (and my first blog post, EEEK!)
I'll be back with another post tomorrow!
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