So, the boxes are all unpacked. (Ok, ok, there are a few in the garage and basement that we haven’t unpacked, but they may stay packed up for awhile since they are in storage — so I’m just gonna call us “unpacked”!). It feels SO GOOD to get all of that cardboard out of the house and look around at all of our things in their new homes.
Now we’re into Stage 2 of moving.
You know, the fun part. Putting art on the walls. Framing pictures. Tidying desktops and vacuuming corners and settling in. Last weekend we schlepped over to Lowes and bought something that symbolizes our new status as suburbanites. We already had the minivan (that video still makes me laugh every time), so all we needed now was… a lawnmower.
We had a yard at our old house, but it was a teeny tiny postage stamp of a yard surrounded by patio and driveway. It barely grew any grass because it was shaded by these huge trees in our neighbor’s yard, so it was really more of a mud pit than a grassy yard. Perfect for Schnitzel to poop on, but not much more. At the time we didn’t really need it for anything more than that. We took care of it with a few passes with an old school rotary mower and that was that.
That is no longer the case. Since we’re still in a pretty densely populated area, our new yard isn’t huge (thank goodness), but it’s at least quadruple the size of our old yard. And it has GRASS. Grass that needs to be cut. Often. Cue the silliness of Benjamin and I putting the lawnmower together and getting it started.
We’re not actually idiots; we just don’t have any experience with lawnmowers 🙂
While Benjamin cut the grass I moved on to taming the gardens. Again, we had a little garden at our old house. I gutted it when we first moved in and planted a little smattering of rhododendrons and hostas and other hardy plants that could withstand our shady urban spot. We even built an above-ground vegetable garden and grew some yummy edibles and herbs. Turns out I have a [surprise!] green thumb; almost everything grew really nicely (you know, except those beets I planted and the darn squirrels feasted on). Either that or I got super lucky. We’ll soon find out which it was, because I’m trying my hand at the gardens here at our new house too.
First order of business: Pull all the weeds and figure out what in the heck is planted here already. I grabbed my gloves and trowel and went to town, thinking I could get the front beds cleared during Owen’s morning naptime. I quickly, quickly realized I was WAY out of my league. This garden had not been touched all season (we signed the papers for the house in February, so the owners just let everything grow out of control in the spring) and now there were literally weeds taller than me. With roots as thick as my ankle. A little trowel was not the tool I needed. More like a bulldozer.
After an entire day of working through both naptimes and after bedtime and enlisting the help of my big, strong husband, we made it through the two front beds (and completely ignored the side yard and the little beds in the backyard). With bags and bags and bags of yard waste to show for it. Next step is to add a few new plants to fill in some of the bald spots, mulch around everything, and wait until next year to spend a lot more time or money on it. We have too many other things to do!
Anyone have gardening tips for me? I really have no idea what I’m doing.