Last year I found out that Liberty house is a specific combination of a lot of effing property and a lot of effing buildings that makes it difficult to keep the yard from becoming a jungle.
I mean, I’ve owned houses before, and I’ve owned property before, but last year was the first season of my life that I was solely and personally responsible for mowing a shitload of grass. And weeding. And letting the back field grow wild because I didn’t know what the hell else to do with it.
So my first year was what, if we’re being nice, we’ll call a “learning experience.” A learning experience in which my 85 year old grandmother mowed my lawn and kicked my butt at weeding…
And listen, I may be the kind of person who perpetually has dirty dishes in her sink, I’m okay with that, but I really love a well-landscaped property. I like awesome garden beds and fresh cut grass, and I’ll be dammed if I won’t have them this year.
But, it’s clear that this isn’t something that just happens if you’ve got a job and a house and a blog and half a dozen farm animals to take care of, with just hour of time here and there to spare. Keeping a yard– especially out in the country– from becoming a jungle? That’s a full fledged battle. One that requires a plan of attack.
My plan looks something like this:
- Get it under control before it gets out of control
- Use what you’ve got
- Hire help
- Drink beer
In the last week we just started seeing green around these parts and my “get it under control” warning bells started going off. Loudly. The very first thing I did was to go out an buy a year-long weed killer (because my grandma, the Master Gardner, told me to)…
The first thing to tackle around here all the walkways and driveways, which are not insignificant.
I bought a “for real” sprayer this year, and this thing is life-changing. No more of those piddly-ass Roundup jugs with the pump.
The paver walkways on the front and back of the house both got doused, as did the expansion joints in the driver.
I still need to clean these areas up from last years invasion…
But, at least if there aren’t new weeds coming up, I’m not fighting a losing battle.
I’ve also got the gravel driveway to tackle with some sort of weed killer, and some green things have been appearing in the flower beds, and I’m not sure if they’re flowers or weeds at this point. (I’m so good at gardening.)
The good news on the lawn front, however, is that I’ve got a couple of guys living with me who can help with the mowing now…
They won’t be able to keep it all trimmed, but once I get the permanent pasture fence up (starting this weekend) it should cut the mowing in half. And after last year, I’m seriously considering hiring help for the other half so that I can spend that time working in the actual gardens.
And then, then, when the grass is cut, and the donkeys are full, and my flowers are blooming? Then I’m going to have a beer. Right here.