Captain’s Log, January 2015:
First a rehash; 2014 saw the Fairegarden enterprise make a tumultuous relocation of its home base in August, selling and turning over the helm after a fourteen year stint as its captain on a steep slope in southeast Tennessee. The new ship, located an hours drive north to simply east Tennessee received our goods and equipment in a jumbled and chaotic transfer executed in one very long day.
Upon exploration of the new assignment, we found the front foundation plantings to be sadly overgrown and unpruned with weed tree seedlings that had been allowed to grow into large and overbearing alien beings. The first order was to cut down the offending trees growing in the flower beds with a chainsaw. The better to walk to the front door unobstructed, my dear.
The shrubs were hard pruned with hopes that they would survive, live long and prosper. Coreopsis was revealed as edging. Weeds were pulled, the beds were mulched, containers and rocks were set in the empty spaces. With so many tree roots in the ground, pots were a good solution. Besides, we seem to have a kajillion large containers, accumulated over the years as gifts from loving family members. Maybe a few might have been purchased by me during markdown periods at favorite nurseries.
The back yard was attacked with gusto with soil deliveries, shed and fence building. Those stories can be viewed by clicking here and here if you missed these posts and are interested. The front entryway was to be the next project after the winter holidays were fully celebrated and enjoyed in the new house by the Fairegarden clan. Grandsons LTB and the newest member, little Finny helped make the season bright.
Among the gifts bestowed during those holidays was a big surprise from my spouse, The Financier. Shortly before Christmas he called to alert me that a delivery was coming and to be ready for it. When I asked what I was supposed to do with the mysterious item, he said that I would know when it came. He was correct.
These two boulders were to be the cornerstone of a new gravel garden just below the walkway from the driveway to the front door. The drainpipe from the roof gutters goes under the sidewalk and ends in a popup device, the odd green circle right behind the rocks, that causes serious erosion of the sloping front yard during heavy rains. Bits of roofing material were scattered among the crabgrass roots causing us to scratch our heads as to what in tarnation that green plastic thing in the middle of the lawn’s purpose could be. We finally saw it in action, with the center part sticking up several inches and water pouring out of it in a river going down to the driveway and on its way to the storm sewers in the street. Nothing would grow there and the rocks were to be the solution.
Strong backed family members wrangled the boulders to the desired spots for optimum cul de sac playground viewing while seated on the flat topped surfaces. More rocks of various sizes were added to anchor the vignette. The old rusty wheelbarrow, some small metal birdbaths, the concrete cat named for our dear departed cat, Freedom and a couple more containers were added.
In the bed along the walkway, a cobalt blue glass mushroom made by Barbara Sanderson of Glass Gardens Northwest, a Christmas gift from my dear sister in law, Lynn graces one of the yucca filled blue glazed containers. The cobalt blue Horn of the Unicorn, a previous birthday gift from The Financier and also made by Barbara Sanderson has joined in the parade of blue.
The golden Chamaecyparis was finally taken down at the corner of the garage. The metal sculpture Let it Rain, purchased in Asheville, North Carolina in the River Arts District has made a fine replacement. Slowly, ever so slowly the Fairegarden vessel moves ever onward toward gardendom and beyond, where no plant has ever grown before. Except crabgrass.
Winter is still breathing icy gusts down our necks in between brief periods of welcome sunshine but there are promises of spring sprouting in the soil on this uncharted plant-et.
Please accept our apologies for the Star Trek-speak. It just popped into my head that the recording of the evolution of this newest Fairegarden was like Captain Kirk’s weekly journal entry into his log on the 1960s television program. Some things swirl around in our consciousness forever, just waiting to rise like cream to the top. HA