After reading an article that confirmed September is the time, finally transplanted the peony from Edgewater to the right hand side of the shed. Was happy to hear rain around 2 this morning (it’s still raining); maybe I won’t have to water today.
Projects this week include planting a small (6 bushes) blueberry patch in the area destroyed by the idiot with the bobcat and possibly crushed bluestone and pavers for the front walkway. Think the latter will look nice with the blue-gray composite stairs.
Still have some mulching to do and another week and two days of heavy grass watering.
Start of week 3 with the new grass. Yesterday, I overseeded the bare areas, fewer than I thought would be needed, with some seed that has been in the basement here for years. It’ll be interesting if it “takes”. If it doesn’t, I still have time to use something else.
Spent a good part of the day at nurseries: the East Sandwich Agway, who were participating in a multi-business Route 6A open house, and Mahoney’s, who were running gardening seminars. Got a lot of excellent info on composting, bulbs, lawns and winter prep.
Did three of my most hated chores before breakfast today: paid a bill, made the bed, cleaned Mr. Fluffles’ litter box.
The back yard has grass. Infant grass, and it’s spotty, but it is definitely there, right on schedule and as promised.
I can’t believe it.
The back yard was hydroseeded last Saturday, September 5.
I didn’t realize how many thousands of tiny rocks were in the soil.
The yard was quite a mess afterwards, green gunk on the deck, stairs, trees, shed, etc.
Watering has been a challenge. The four-part faucet attachment fell apart almost immediately, and not all of the sprinklers are working. I need to make replacements and adjustments to prevent pooling of water.
I dug up – at least as much as I could – and threw away the hateful fairy rose that used to occupy the right side of the front fence.
I’ve injured myself dozens of times on that plant’s nasty thorns – either tiny ones that embedded painful, almost invisible fragments in your hands, or gigantic quarter inch long scimitar-like monstrosities.