There are people who just naturally have a green thumb and
then there’s me. I have more of a black thumb. Once I brought some houseplants
home and my husband told them, “Oh no! Run! Run! This is the plant graveyard!” I
couldn’t argue much with that reputation.
But, my thumb has slowly been getting greener. There is one
small South facing window in the house where there has been significant plant
life for over a decade. Several African
violets, jade plants, and orchids are doing quite well, thank you, on my
kitchen window sill.
That narrow 5” shelf is the one green zone in our house.
Outside, our yard is heavily wooded so it’s not ideal for
grass or plants that like sun. Moss, ferns and Rhododendrons are happy campers
under the Douglas Firs and Cedars. A couple of hardy Forsythia bushes in rare
sunny spots are also thriving.
One of our “eccentric," actually rude, neighbors thinks her
yard extends inside our side of the fence between us. Earlier this year she decided to replace her fence. For the 17 years we’ve lived here that fence hasn’t
moved, so as far as we’re concerned, that is the property line. She claims they
had to put the fence inside her property line because there’s a terrace there.
For all the years we’ve been here, she has never known
our names. She just peers over the fence and makes generic, rude comments like,
“Hi neighbor! It looks like a jungle over there!” This time she told us the
dates when the fence crew would be working—a good thing since we’ve got dogs.
A week before the new fence was scheduled to go up, I heard
Kona barking like crazy. I hustled outside to see what was going on. The
neighbor was trying to come into our yard and telling Kona, “Nice dog! Nice
dog!” I corralled Kona up on our deck. Who is stupid enough to keep approaching
a barking dog that is obviously guarding her territory?
I stopped letting Kona out into our yard. It’s a good thing because
for the entire week leading up to the fence being built I looked out to see Her
Rudeness perched up on the wall on our side of the fence, weeding. Weeding, and
throwing it all into our yard on top of our rose bushes, hydrangeas, etc. -–our “jungle”
landscaping.
We were angry about the mess she was raining down into our
yard, in addition to not being able to let our dogs out unsupervised. I wanted
to ask her when she was coming over to get all her “weeds” that she dumped in
our yard, but John didn’t think it was worth it. He was recovering from back
surgery. So I didn’t say anything.
Piles of yard waste "donated" by our neighbor. |
The work crew came and put the fence up. It’s taller than
the old fence which is fine with me. She told John that she doesn’t want to have
to look at her neighbors. Did she forget that he’s one of those neighbors? I agree, I don’t want to see her either.
I really didn’t appreciate sitting at my kitchen table and looking
at the piles of yard debris while I ate. John couldn’t clean it up with his
back recovering. I couldn’t take it for long. I dragged our yard waste bin around the
house and started clearing the mess out. In March I started filling the bin up,
and wheeling it out to the curb every other week.
By mid-April I had shoveled and raked most of the weeds into
a manageable pile that I could load into the yard waste bin every other
Thursday. Luckily, in May, our city has
a Spring Cleanup. You are allowed to put extra bags of yard waste out and they
will collect it for free. In the end, I
put a total of 8 bins worth of yard waste out to be collected. Thanks neighbor!
Another full yard waste bin. |
It must’ve been the weeks of sweaty, muscle-straining yard
work during the unusually warm and sunny Spring weather that eventually burned off my anger and tamed it into annoyance. My favorite gardening tool is a 28" pair of loppers. I named her Cyndi—Cyndi Lopper.
Cyndi Lopper |
Bond. James Bond. |
I named her little 15" friend James—James Bond.
Together we hacked through the overgrowth in that small area along the side of
the house. Once it was cleared out, it dawned on me that maybe the rude one had
actually done us an unintentional favor.
Fence up and piles of weeds cleared. |
After taking a few deep breaths, I could envision a tiny
oasis of a garden tucked into the terraces. All it needed was a few more rose
bushes, some heather, and a couple more blueberry bushes to replace some that
we lost. Somehow the vision grew almost as big as the weeds that I had cleared
out. I would go to the store to get groceries and end up with hydrangeas and
fuschias in my basket.
Fuschias |
Froggie does some Zumba moves. |
Our daughter gave me a gardenia for Mother’s Day.
Gardenia. |
Lilac cuttings. |
Jasmine cuttings. |
Periwinkle (Vinca) |
The transformation is complete. I’m as shocked as John is.
I’m a gardener! Admittedly, I’m winging it and also relying a lot on information from
the internet, and from local gardening columnist Marianne Binetti. Some of my
methods are no-brainers. I put the food crops in containers up on the deck
because they’re easier to maintain that way plus a much longer trip for slugs
to make.
Herb garden. |
Four mint varieties. |
Some of my methods are a bit unorthodox. I recently found that the leading
pest of corn in our area is a certain Golden Doodle who thinks corn stalks are
chew toys. I considered buying chicken wire and fencing off that corner of the
deck. Then in a lazy moment of not wanting to go to the store, I thought, “What
do I have a lot of lying around here?” Flash—fabric! I strung some clothesline across the deck and
clothes pinned a few yards of bright tropical fabric to it.
Tomatoes and corn behind the makeshift curtain. |
I love walking out on our deck and snipping some green
onions, parsley, rosemary or basil to cook with, or a sprig of fresh mint to
put in my iced tea.
There are tomatoes and blueberries plumping up, and
strawberries ripening in the strawberry pot I unearthed during the cleanup.
Tomatoes! |
Blueberries |
Strawberries! |
Laura Keolanui Stark has turned over a new leaf. She can be
reached at stark.laura.k@gmail.com.