Saturday, October 18, 2008

Dad...you murdered the front yard


This is what my five year old said to me, when she saw the carnage, in the front yard this afternoon. I cut down the flowers, in the front yard today. I slaughtered them. I was told to do this -- no, not by the voices in my head (they were telling me to get a raspberry sundae) -- by my mom. She swears they are "perennials," which, evidently, means they will "grow back, in the Spring."




 Let's back up a minute (I get tired of saying "I digress"). We moved into a new house, back in July. The house had a very nicely landscaped yard, but the problem was, all of that pretty stuff was alive. And, I may have mentioned before, we don't do well with living things -- I'm only slightly exaggerating, when I say I'm surprised to see my kids every day. So, we've limped along with the roses and the ferns and the daisies and the black eyed susans, and the pink eyed marthas and all the rest, since July. We're trying to make a good impression on the neighbors, so they don't freak out and think we're going to drive down their property values.



Anyway, the flowers survived -- mostly -- and now my mom (who does know about living things) tells me I need to cut everything back for the winter. So I did. It's a curious feeling. At first it just felt wrong.  I felt guilty -- what did those flowers do to me? But I pressed forward, I cut and I chopped, and before I knew it, it was getting easier. 



Then I started to like it! I was Edward Scissor Hands! Only not as artistically inclined. He sculpted. I scalped. And that white rose bush? I came, I saw, I pruned. It was a horticultural massacre. Like I said, it's a curious feeling...something between tossing a salad, and mass murder.

I guess I'll have to wait until Spring to see if I did everything right.




This rose is one of the few living things remaining in the front yard. 
I like to lull them into a false sense of security.

By the way, does it mean that the 31 posts in 31 days are getting to me, if every activity of the day makes me pause, and wonder about it's blogability?
Is that a word?

7 comments:

Alexandria said...

Your mother is right ... well your mother and my Nana can't both be wrong ... can they? My Nana told me I need to go cut some of my plants back for the Winter as well. I told her to do it herself lmao.

Great job on killing the yard!!

Michelle said...

I can feel your pain and your fear that you may have killed your yard. We paid really good money to have our yard landscaped and as we forked over the money we looked at each other wondering just how long everything would last with Mr and Mrs. Brown thumb looking after them!!!!

imbeingheldhostage said...

IF 31 posts in 31 days are making you post posts you otherwise would have considered unbloggable, then I say go for more days. I laughed all the way through this-- my stomach hurts.

It was educational too, I think I'll go murder my garden now (you know, before I move and leave it to the next person to try to revive).

Rick said...

"blogability?" Sure, that's a word, I understood it at least. When is the funeral service for your front yard?

Krystyn said...

I think your mom is right...yet, I also have a brown thumb. And, we've managed okay. I'm hoping my mom will come and do it for me:)

Aaron said...

Nice.

Kill or be killed I always say.

Holly at Tropic of Mom said...

Ugh! My husband has murdered our yard more than once! I can relate.