Walking In The Weeds

It has most definitely been a Labor Day around here in all senses of the word. Make that, a Labor weekend/week. We’ve completely re-roofed the original house but I’ll talk more about that in the weekly Wednesday renovation recap in a couple days.

With all of the work on the house some of the other little things have fallen behind, primarily up-keeping the weeding.  Our garden? Weeds except for around the food that’s still growing. Our walkway? Weeds weeds weeds. I finally got sick of the weeds on the walkway primarily because every time I walked down it, in anything but boots, my feet would get wet from the morning dew. It drove me nuts. The point of having a walkway was so we didn’t have to walk over the grass and get our feet/pants wet.

Plus, let’s be honest with each other—this looks terrible. Straight up terrible. So I took a little time to go ape on those weeds. We have weed blocker underneath, but over time the witch grass has grown in over the edges and pulled it’s way across the walk. As a con, witch grass is a menace to society. As a pro (in this context) it’s easy to pull up. Witch grass is normally a nightmare to get rid of because any broken roots grow back 10 times worst. Thankfully the roots this time grew over the rocks so they were easy to get up.

About 45 minutes of work, and the walk was looking not only wider, but a lot better.

A few days later I tackled all the nasty witch grass and weeds between the walk pavers.See that pile of clumps of grass to the right of the pavers in the photo below? Those were all throughout the pavers. Yep, weedy.

These pavers will most likely be moved to look nicer, or they may end up all together in a different part of the yard. Until then it’s just nice to have a cleaned up walkway.

With the inside of the house still needing some tlc and cleaning it’s nice to see one area taken care of. Raise your hands if you need to wash your shower curtain, do some laundry, vacuum the dog hair, and organize your shelves in your makeshift bedroom.

*raises hand*

You may just find me laying on the walkway staring at the clouds. The weeded, wide, nice, walkway.



P.S. You may notice all of my photos from this post out will be watermarked. Blog scrapers are becoming notoriously scary and they scrape content straight from a blog and put it on a highly advertised site as original content, when it’s not. One way to help combat this is through watermarked photos. I hate to do it, but at this point it’s just necessary as I found one of my most popular posts scraped. Boo.

The Secret Orchard – Part One

If you saw my last post about my dilemma choosing white paint, you might have noticed something was amiss when you saw the picture showing our house. Why are all those tree’s cut down? What’s with all the stumps?

The secrets out. We’re taking down some big old (dying, dangerous) pine trees to make room for a beautiful orchard and berry patch. It’s completed in my head, and trust me – it looks good.

On Sunday morning, our yard looked like this.

Late Sunday morning, while I shoved my face with this unbelievably delicious Farmers Market Strawberry Rhubarb Pie, from Keough Family Farms in Paris, Maine, Mr. A was up to no good. Or rather, lots of good. Lots and lots of wonderful pitchy loud noisy good.

No, I didn’t eat that entire pie. Yes, I did eat the rest of it. In the morning. I have no shame when it comes to Strawberry Rhubarb pie.

By early Sunday afternoon our yard looked like this. Mr. A had to stop using his chainsaw for about an hour while the neighbors grand-kid got married in her yard. Who doesn’t want a chainsaw ripping in the background of their wedding?

Let’s get a better perspective a la Mr. A and the point-and-shoot.

Throughout the week Mr. A worked hard digging up stumps, in the rain.

Have I ever mentioned I love him?

I do.

Today my yard looked like this. By the way, that brush pile is massive. Using Mr. A and our tractor as a gauge still does it no justice. Yes, that tire is coming off the brush pile.Yes, that is our ‘lumber yard’ in the background. We actually do use it. You should have seen it before the barn was started.

So, as of 7:00 on Wednesday night that’s where we are now. Mr. A back-hoeing the stumps out. Tom Cruise judging carefully analyzing his every move.

Winnie and Primrose enjoying their bones, not caring a bit what’s going on in the background.

And finally me, who completely forgot to make dinner because I was so excited to see my Orchard come to life that I’ve been dreaming of. I ended up making some soup and egg salad sandwiches. Ok, I admit I only made the egg salad, I heated up some soup. It however, was delicious.

On a side note, have I ever mentioned Primrose’s ridiculous ears she does when she’s incredibly excited/cheeky? I’m not sure I have.

Until next time my friends. In the mean time, I will be sure to keep clicking photos, hopefully not forget to feed my hardworking stud-muffin and you can rest assured I will be eating lots, and lots, of Strawberry Rhubarb pie.

Happy Landscaping and Pie Eating,