Mar. 5, 2008 at 2:43pm
(I love the smell of dog poo in the afternoon...)
What started, yesterday, as an innocent "gonna pick up a few piles of poop" ended up as a lesson in "what goes in, must come out" math. Ew. Just all kinds of ew. Too many kinds to count kinds of Ew.
Being true to myself, however, I used the "constructive procrastination" approach to picking up poo.
I decided to "garden." Typically, I'm not so good with "gardening." I'm alright at manual labor, and all, it's just the whole "daily care" part (watering, nurturing, etc) that makes me falter a bit. (could bode poorly for my future success as a parent, who knows.) At any rate, the overgrown yard could use some love, so I decided to start small.
A simple exercise in snipping off the spent lilacs from last year became pruning, then hard pruning, then hard pruning harder, one of the lilac trees we have. Not possessing the right ladder, I did a combo stacked chairs/side of deck, hang over and lean maneuver to get the branches far away; I managed most but not all of the dead heading. I actually heard a few faeries protesting as I did the lilac work, though they flew into a full-on riot when I pruned the rosemary bush down. The thing was taking over the yard, and threatening to move into the house and claim the remote, if I didn't take matters into my own hands, but unfortunately my hands are pretty rosemary-pruning inept. And the Faeries revolted about it. Oh well, they'll get over it (or have the special poop reproduction talent faeiries make more piles, mooshy piles, smelly piles for me.)
My last job, prior to scooping and hauling 100 pounds of nastiness, was pruning the roses (I read somewhere, prune roses when the forsythia blooms. Yesterday when I pruned, I didn't know if there were any forsythias in bloom.) (Working out at the Y today, I noted, yep, the forsythia's blooming.) (phew! what a relief, now I can sleep without that worry keeping me awake!) I pruned back last year's scented geranium, last year's alyssum "hedge" (volunteer alyssum with plans to take over the Universe) and finally trimmed off the dead mums, as well as trimming back a rhodie "tree."
We shall see if any efforts from my four hours of yard work makes a difference this spring; if nothing else, it was a great way to spend an afternoon...
comments  | posted under dog poop, early spring, ew, gardening, TacomaComments
by AP on 3/5/2008 @ 5:51pm
|Have you noticed how much easier dog poo is to deal with when it's frozen? Just another reason winter is better than summer.|
by jenyum on 3/5/2008 @ 6:15pm
|I got your card today. That was weird. When did you leave it? You don't drink Tilt by any chance, do you?
jk. Nice business cards.
by tacomachickadee on 3/5/2008 @ 8:14pm
|oooh ... jcb has business cards now? (I assume you're not talking AP.)
And yes ... watch out for the Tacoma Tilt Bandit. (Or should it be the Tacoma Tilt Thief?)
by jcbetty on 3/5/2008 @ 8:51pm
|heh. I'll tell you the whole story, soon, Jen (yes, yes she does, chica!!) --AP, no such luck as poopsicles, for Betty... Nope, no sir...|
musing her way through arts, culture, dining, shopping, exercising, and parenting, all while wearing a pungent, truffle-like aroma.