Bring On the Epson Salt

Yesterday I worked in my yard, which is barely larger than a postage stamp. 7 hours. 7 HOURS, with time out only for a quick trip out to buy a hose reel.

I picked up sticks and mowed. I raked leaves and pine needles out of crannies. I pruned bushes. I spray painted my new mailbox, put shiny new numbers on it and installed it. (Ok, I had help with the installation, I was too weenie to unscrew the bolts from the old one.)

I put the lawn furniture out.


I hacked a path, with a hand saw, between 2 bushes, so that my new hose reel would have a place to rest:


I hoe'd up the patches in the grass, weaseled in the new grass seed, and had a stern talk with the birds, asking them not to eat it.


I seeded a wild flower bed. Ok, it's more of a wild-flower "strip," but I seeded it, and tried to put the peat-chip-moss stuff back where I found it.


And at days' end, with a garage full of yardwaste that has to be dealt with, my yard looks...fine.


That's it. Just...fine. I mean, it hardly looks any different than it did when I started! How can this be? Where is my floral oasis?!!!

This is nothing like those Makeover Home Shows at all! I am an AMERICAN! I want INSTANT GRATIFICATION!! I DEMAND

oh...


Basil! Little tiny baby basil that I planted 2 weeks ago! VWAH-hoo! Weet-weet! Houston, we have BASIL!!! Pesto, here we come! Oh boy o boy o boy!!!

I can hardly wait til next Saturday.