We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Mrs. BD gave me an early Father's Day/Anniversary present two weeks ago, and it pleased me greatly. It was five (legal) strong and energetic Mexican yard guys for 9 hours to clean up various unpleasant outdoor messes which had gotten out of control around the semi-elegant but rusticated Maggie's HQ.
If you knew me personally, you would know that I naturally worked alongside of them all day (with chain saw mostly, and some carrying of firewood, rocks, and branches), tipped them with $20 each, and gave them cold Coronas with lime slices at the end of the day. They arrived at 8 am with chipper, giant dumpster, tools, grass seed, hay, weed-whackers, an industrial tiller, etc.
Among other tasks, we cleared out almost 1/5 acre of weeds and dying shrubs and trees, removed roots and stumps, removed evil porcelain berry vines, thinned out some of my older spruce and cedar plantings, cut firewood out of some trees and large branches fallen from Sandy, shrunk my vegetable garden by 1/2, tilled, raked, and planted grass. While I tend to be opposed to lawns on principle, it was the only way to make this particular area not look like crap. Luckily, it has been cool and rainy almost every other day since we finished and the grass is coming in nicely. Thanks to global cooling, it's cool, windy, and rainy yet again today. Grass loves cool and wet.
Feels like Ireland up here. I like it. Got a sweet-smelling fir-log fire going right next to me as I type.
What a good present that day was. Thanks, Mrs. BD. These guys work as hard as I do, but they have bigger muscles. Well, I spent most of this past weekend trimming all of the hedges and misc. gardening, weeding, log-splitting, and transplanting at the direction of Mrs. BD. Are gardens ever done? Never. I do all of the outdoor work I have time to do. It's good exercise and the results can be gratifying. Next weekend, I plan to do the necessary lawn plugging but not, of course, on the new area.
Owning properties is an endless war against nature and her insidious Second Law of Thermodynamics.
Now I just need those 5 guys for one more day because I still have a to-do list and I need a dump truck load of mulch and a truck load of fresh driveway gravel. Maybe next Spring?
I could do with the help myself as I've 50 tons of driveway gravel to put down next week.As for the weather, living on the Irish sea I get enough cool weather to need as many weeks of the year away in the sun as possible.
Always wanted big garden. Birds eat all the rsspberries and blueberries, the summer squash gets squash borers and dies, etc etc. Too much. Maybe when I grow old I'll have more patience with it, but Mrs. BD's flower plantings keep me busy now.
Negra Modelo is the only Mexican beer I drink nowadays. I did once have a fling with Tecate, but that started with a train ride from Mexicali to Merida with a couple of sweet gringo honey's. As those memories faded so did my allegiance to Tecate, bringing me round to real taste, versus golden sunsets from a rocking train.
Sorry, BD. Didn't mean to ignore your labors, nor those of your helpers. A plot of land, if one wishes it to look presentable, consumes an enormous amount of time, amazing how much time. As nature doesn't wait until you're ready, or willing, or able. It just grows, astoundingly so.
Good deal, BD! This week I'm wrestling with how to remove maples that have seeded themselves into my privet hedge. Too big to yank by hand, and cutting them solves nothing.
Anyone have experience with Weed Wrench, Extractigator, or Pullerbear? This website compares them, although its a wee biased, coming from the Pullerbear person. http://www.pullerbear.com/compare.html
I hate to spend $200 on something I need once every few years for a few hours. Anyone know where to rent one?
Thanks, BD, but they're too big for pliers, since I've already done the snipping and Round-Up procedure for several years.
I even tried a Prussik hitch around the lower stem and letting my big ole pick-em-up do the work - strips bark and all off the sapling and still doesn't kill them.
I know, I know . . . dynamite is next after the Extractigator.