Before and After

This is what our front yard looked like before the soil was scheduled to arrive…

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And this is what it looked like after…

 

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This is what the backyard looked like in preparation for many wheelbarrow loads of incoming soil…

 

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And this is what it looks like now…

 

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What’s that now? It doesn’t look any different you say? No shit. Literally. The much anticipated delivery was cancelled because the soil people ran out of manure.

It happens.

But it’s not all bad news. Apparently they have just sourced a couple of five year old piles aged to perfection. If I understood correctly it will be a heady blend of cattle and horse with hints of sheep.

I sound like a manure sommelier.

Long story short, it should be arriving on Friday and it should be worth the extra wait.

Or at least that’s what I’m telling my pot bound plants.

 

 

Waiting on Garden Soil

Just a few days after moving in things went a bit sideways at work and just like that I was back to working full time.

Life is a never ending juggling act.

I used to think I just needed to be more choosy about which balls I kept in the air, but life doesn’t work that way. I keep picking out the pretty ones, the exciting ones, the ones that make my heart sing but instead clunky, awkward, responsibility laden orbs continue to get tossed into the mix.

And maybe that’s okay.

Without silence we wouldn’t know music. Without grief we wouldn’t recognize joy. Without a day off work and a truckload of soil (hopefully) rolling its way to our front lawn as I type, I wouldn’t feel nearly so giddy.

Or something like that.

I am having my morning coffee, watching fiddlehead ferns unfurling below the living room window (planted there by a previous gardener), thrilling to a little brown bird dipping its beak into the birdbath I placed by the deck last night, all the while listening for the low rumble of a truck with seven yards of garden soil pulling into our cul de sac.

After more than a three year hiatus from gardening, this time around I am taking none of it for granted.

Now bring on the soil!