Tee hee. it actually appeared in about 2 hours while golf was on. Me and my trusty edger can be zippy when we have to be. The edging stones were bought under pretense to raise the existing "don't look there" bed. I also accidently on purpose forgot to leave enough room for the lawn mower between the steppy down bed and herb bed (which isn't in the pic) sooooo I guess that newly troublesome spot of grass will probably have to go too. (Note I did measure to be sure the base of my wheel barrow will fit through the gap between the herb bed and steppy down bed).
Happy birthday Carrie
hee hee hee! Good job!
I'm sure glad Carrie officially 'approved' this message cuz we sure hyjacked her birthday thread. Had to share my new song that I've been singing all the live long day... ahem... mi mi mi mi mi
♪♪oh she may be weary
them busy gardenin girls do get wearied
pulling up grass under dureeeeess
but when she gets weary
you try a little edgingneeeess.... ♪♪
Thank you. Thank you very much.
I'm Carrie Lamont and I approve this message.
LOL! Good song, Cousin Nut!
Karen
I love Otis Redding and I approve of this message as well (it is a take on "Try A Little
Tenderness", yes?)
Laurel
Yupper Laurel.
Oh, my friend Karen told me that yesterday she did some more 'edging' of one of her beds. She was trying to decide where she would hide the grass. LOL!
Karen
Turn it upsidedown in the compost bin.
Oops, she doesn't have one! But she has decided she will throw it on her neighbor's pile of 'stuff' (leaves, twigs and dog poop), which they raked up to the back corner of their property that abuts hers (she is not pleased with that situation).
Karen
But does she get to use the bottom-most layer of 'stuff' which has sifted down?
When Karen's friend Karen joins DG herself, I vote her name should be "herfriendkaren" or "myfriendKaren" or something like that.
secret grass hiding trick:
When you dig up the clump of grass dig deeper than the roots. Shake off the excess dirt. Turn hunk of sod upside down in the hole you made removing it and then backwash the soil over it effectively hiding any evidence of it ever being there. Since it is buried it will die.
That's what I was thinking of - words fail to express my gratitude, Lee Anne.
I did a little edging myself yesterday ^_^ I took a few pics of my method which I will post later when the lawners are napping. The method is:
1. Scope
2. Trusty Edger
3. Hide the Evidence
4. Confuse with Stuff
5. Disguise
6. Distract
I like it, I like it. My lawn boy man is gradually coming around, saying "gosh, those irises are so pretty, you say there are other irises that bloom earlier and later? Where would we put them?" I tell you, as soon as I'm done with my ground cover project, there will be nowhere left to mow!
ok I'm sneaking in when perchance the lawners are napping/sleeping.
Step 1 Scoping
This is important for the Confuse with Stuff stage. You will need to be prepared to fill the space. I find it is often smarter to edge in stages if the area is large. I think this was a relative easy/peasy Edging.
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Enter the trusty Edger ^_^
Quick like a bunny the trusty Edger has completed its mission.
The Evidence which MUST BE HIDDEN.
OK we might have a problem. I can still get away with f*r*o*s*t cloths. Some of you may not be able to do this. I think the turning over method that threegardeners suggested will work fabby in a bed for sure. But for me gotta luv the f*r*o*s*t cloths ^_^
Confuse with Stuff. A few luvly dahlias and Rocky Mountain rocks or other stuff will 'naturalize' the work area.
This is probably the most important step. Disguise. Return to the evidence and select and plant a few tufts of grass in the new work area. I know it sounds sickening but the lawner will feel that the grass rules. This is actually to your advantage because when the lawner is present you can grunt and groan and whine when you are weeding out this grass. Be sure to grunt and groan and do vigerous trowel action when weeding out the returned evidence for effect.
Distract. Lastly (but works like a charm) point the spade at more grass. When doing a large edging project, I actually insert the spade into the lawn. The lawner will be so focused on what you're thinkin, they won't notice what you've done. These are my little tips and tricks method for edging. I hope it helps. Please note that lawners are luvly, huggable peoples too and I don't mean this to be derogatory to lawners in the least.
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^_^
Imagine if she used that mind for evil?!
Dahlianut, Your six step program is brilliantly funny. Long winter?
I would have to start with, "Make sure DH is out of town or away for the whole day" as mine would no doubt spy me at work and come running out like his hair was on fire to stop my lawn encroachment. He doesn't care about the lawn, he just cares that I not make any new beds, ever. He is away for a week in August and another in Sept. Now where is that shovel? I have the spot all planned out in my evil mind already and plants to transplant to it so it is not bare when he returns.
Carrie, don't you spill the beans if you see him. As I recall, you too have a very close relationship. Patti
I shan't, Patti. (Now where did I put his top secret cell phone number -- just kidding! I would never let you down, girlfriend.) And when would I see him without you? Get real! Even on the floor of a ladies' room, you'd be there too!
Carrie, that was a unreal, but followed by some nice tunes. I know I gave you his cell number! Patti
Wink, wink! Yes, that was definitely UNREAL.
(Patti, her DH and I had a, hem, haw, how to say this, let's call it an unscheduled rendez-vous on the floor of the ladies room which was entirely MY FAULT (outside symphony hall last winter). A surprising time was had by all. Patti was not properly forewarned and thus, not forearmed. I landed on the floor. Her DH rescued me - quite the chivalrous gesture.)
Well, said except that would add that I was a wimp and needed to call in my prince, who thought dashing into the ladies room at symphony was a once in a life time event. Patti
LOL! A prince second only to mine!!!
Prince of the porcelain?
Dave47, that is the best assessment of the event yet. Perhaps Delft blue in honor of all the legions of "Blue Hairs" always in the majority at symphony. who fortunately had already tottered off to their chairs so they were not alarmed when I needed to call in DH to right Ms. C. to her wheeled buggy. We were able to zoom off to our places before we missed a note. I might add, that the lunch before hand and the music went perfectly, so the sideshow in the loo was a minor glitch. Please note that I have been doing lots of upper body work with all my raking and digging, so I will be more fit next time. At least I didn't drop Ms. C. but let her down gently. Patti
LOL Prince of porcelain is a lovely title! Defender of damsels in distress! (Am I still a damsel? My DD told me I am too old to dye my hair. Hmm. Maybe just my OD, ordinary daughter, from now on.)
Next up: Wizard of the watercloset!
How are the two of you doing?
Which two? Me and my DH? Patti and hers? Patti and I? -OR- Patti's DH and I? (insert guffaw here) Mine and Patti's have never met - oh, yes they have! Well, then, did you mean the two of them?
I'm just being dense. I'm fine, and Patti sounds OK from here to me ... what do you think?
I have a really great picture in mind from your story Carrie and Patti. Thanks for sharing. I can just picture the Prince of Porcelain coming to the rescue looking all flustered in the ladies room. I sure hope you cracked a joke Carrie ^_^
There were many giggles and jokes and tons of huffing and puffing on my weak part. I am not so sure the nice attendant who has wo-manned that favorite haunt at Symphony Hall for decades, found our situation too funny, but she even tried to help despite her her many years past retirement age.
Carrie was wearing a great pair of flowered pants in wonderful rich colors, so at one point I was thinking of just calling it a day and leaving her on the floor as a fine example of a Victorian bedding Scheme. But it was too early in the season to put out the annuals. She would have looked much better than what many of those instant plantings done by some nurseries, at the now defunct, Boston Flower Show. So I called in DH to the rescue.
It was all much more dramatic than the year before when the 3 of us went to see the lilacs at the Arnold Arboretum and I managed on getting Carrie stuck in the mud . Patti
Did I get stuck in the mud? If so, that's normal for any day I go outside and stray off the pavement when there's not a drought in New England, i.e. there's mud. It's terribly frustrating because I see something and I'm on path X and there's flower Y and in between the two is mud x - y .
You see, Patti, these events are memorable to you, but to me there just another ordinary day when I get stuck in the mud. It WASN'T ordinary being at the arboretum sniffing with you guys, but the getting stuck part doesn't even register on my long-term memory. I get stuck if I go to a nursery or in the back yard. Big deal. Now lilacs with friends, THAT'S worth remembering.
I think I will remember the ladies' and your Prince of Porcelain, however.
I think this one has both of us in it?
Lilac 'Purple Haze'
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