atomic_fungus (atomic_fungus) wrote,

#4199: Glorious spring day

I'm sitting here in the bunker's computer room, looking at the daffodils and listening to birds singing in the trees. The window is open, the weather is nice, the grass is green, and I don't have to look at two hundred square feet of raspberry canes and other undesirable growths.

It occurs to me that if I were to get about half a dozen stepping stones, I could lay them along the side of the house in the lily of the valley bed, and thus have places to stand from which I could remove said undesirable growths even after the lily of the valley comes in. I hate trampling them--the plants are not very robust, and if you step on them they remain flat for the rest of the season--which is why the front yard got as bad as it was, but there's no other way to keep it at bay...unless I make islands of plant-free zones where I can stand and remove offending weeds.

The other thing I need to do is to scare up about half a gallon of Kilz in pure white and apply it to the fence. It looks terrible as it is. I've actually been giving thought to (if I ever have any money again) rebuilding the entire fence, including the section that used to lie along the driveway. It's not terribly complicated carpentry and it probably wouldn't take much more than an afternoon to accomplish, but although wood grows on trees (or, technically, in them) I can't simply go out to the back yard and pick a handful of 1x6 and 2x2. Would that I could. (Heh.)

Something I ought to do is to rake out the flower bed on the north side of the driveway, get rid of undesirable growth there, and then mulch the damned thing. But again, the last thing I want to do is take it down to bare dirt and then leave it, so I want to have the mulch first...and "all it takes is money", right?

Gas hit $4 a gallon and I'm going to need fuel for the lawnmower soon, too. How much fun can a man have and stay sane?

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There's some kind of very thorny brush growing next to the house. I think it's pyracantha, though I'm not really sure. What struck me about it was how yellow the wood is.

For the entirety of my foray into the thicket, I wore leather work gloves, because most of the foliage I had to remove was thorned in one way or another. The gloves came from Harbor Freight, so naturally when I took them off my hands were stained red and blue from the dyes. And I still managed to get pricked a couple of times through the cloth backs of the gloves.

Tanned leather--even suede--is pretty remarkable armor against thorns, though.

* * *

Tomorrow's supposed to be equally nice. I'm looking forward to that.

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