... or: I've Never Felt This Much Pain Before. Ever.
You might remember, many moons ago, that I broke my (figurative) back trying to clean up our very rockful yard. That was 2010, my first year of living in Utah. I was trying, back then, to just have some grass grow. And three years later, I have not stopped trying. And cleaning out rocks.
Ever since, I have done nothing but dig up more and more rocks over all the yard work sessions I have embraced. Every single year, I try to make stuff grow – it’s dig up the rocks, make room for the plants. And some things make it (to encourage me to plant more!), and some die the next spring. *Sigh*. I have looked recently through some old pictures of my yard, here, at home, and it’s amazing how many bushes and plants just ended up in the trash after a winter. But, to my encouragement and complete amazement, some things have been as old as I have been in this house, too! So, life happens. Apparently. Occasionally.
The soil here sure is tough! As tough as these mountains, for sure, if not more.
With every spring, like with any rite of passage, my husband and I attempt to tame the surroundings of our house. Last fall, we “invested” into having our front yard rockscaped. Yes, you might be asking: “What?! More rocks?!”. Oh, yes, I say: if you can’t domesticate it, let it take over, at least! Yes, we had tons and tons of rocks and gravel and boulders delivered and now our front yard blends in beautifully with the desert mountains around. And this shrunk our planting playground, to something that we deemed “manageable” for us.
Some of the "supplies" for this year's extravaganza ...
As much as I love our rocky front yard, though, the Southerner and Carpathian in me demanded some green. So, we decided to grow stuff in the back yard, instead. We left the back grassy (or … weedy) and we installed some landscape and our usual veggie garden, ourselves.
Glimpses of our front yard rockscape
I thanked God for giving us a not so hot May this year, because I am no longer cut for digging up boulders in 100F weather! For the past three weeks or so, we have been seeding, watering, trimming, mowing, installing mulch and edging, planting trees, bushes, flowers, a veggie garden, and, of course, digging up more junk in the process.
It must be that I am getting old and I am sadly out of shape, because I don’t remember having hurt this much from physical labor ever in my whole life! It’s an overwhelming and all encompassing type of pain: all muscles hurt (and the ones I just discovered I had!), all joints, my palms and the soles of my feet, even my nails and my toe nails hurt! It takes my whole body to put up a fight against what I have to dig out in order to have room to put something else in its stead. And this body is not used to this kind of fightin’, let me tell you! I think I have one very short hair on my head, that's getting ready to fall out that might not be hurting. But that's it
Another downside of living where we are is that, unlike in a normal place in the world, here, contractors don’t call you back! For one reason or another, the only three people that did call us back were the guys who installed our fence, the ones with the rockscaping, and the little man who got rid of our gophers, God bless him and his whole family forever!
Other than that, we tried to call a grass company, and a tree company and a landscape maintenance company, and …nothing … No calls back, no shows. So, we’re on our own if we don’t want to live in a jungle and if we want to eat some tomatoes this summer or smell some roses.
Don’t get me wrong: I love doing this stuff, but a bit of help with at least cleaning up the soil and prepping it, aerating it, or something, would have been appreciated! Not to mention a little help in building a porch, as well. Well, that "help" is us. And I am pretty darn proud of what we accomplished on our own, especially since we’re mostly indoor, geeky people rather than outdoor, farming type of people! Our back yard is still noisy (can’t do anything about the road right behind it!), but it’s peaceful to look at. It’s (finally!) green and natural and “organized”.
And as much as both Aa. and I are saying that we’re “really done” this year, I still see room for growth in it. We might have won the battle against desert and emptiness, but we are still to win the one against the blazing sun! We are still patiently waiting for the trees and bushes to grow so we can get some shade with our burgers.
As for filling in the room for growth, hopefully, another family will do that. Other than the maintenance that I am sure will follow, and replacing some of the things that will die, I really do want to be done, too. At least for a little while, till all the sores in my feet and hands are healed.
Here are some shots of what we have managed to accomplish, with very little help, in the past three years. To us, it seems like we just conquered The Everest!
Enjoy, and come visit, sometimes.
Blooms in the back yard
Three years now: a lilac tree and a Japanese maple were some of the first things we planted in the back yard
The very first thing we ever planted around the house was this clematis plant, to the right of the front door - it's been the happiest thing yet!
Various angles of the back yard, all done!
Fresh roses in the front yard
The veggie garden
Strawberries (2 years), raspberry (1 year) and grapes (3 years)
Visitors: first time I ever saw an oriole - so beautiful!
Blast from the past: this is what we started with!
Night - night!