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Hopalong:
I am hoping that the subconscious was throwing up that awful scene in order to get it one layer higher and closer to floating free from your being, and far away. That's how I see nightmares. Release valves....
(((((Lighter)))))
Hops
lighter:
Well, it's official.
I'm obsessed with my moss garden.
And.....
it's absolutely wonderful.
I'm the neighborhood yard troll. Muddy, bug bitten, and always always in the yard, trying to maximize every minute. Does anyone know about high high water pressure in a house? It just started about a month ago, and I've blown out 2 hoses, which is uber frustrating. Another thing slowing me down. I have so much to do, and I can't say I've been this happy in a very long time. I mean, I'm refusing to worry like I used to and notice when it starts. I can laugh at it, and turn back to playing in the dirt.
I really like playing in dirt.
Tomorrow I deliver a bunch of moss to youngest' dd's school chum's mom. I'll see the space she's planning for her moss garden, which grows thick tree moss and lichen.... sounds perfect. Moss at the nursery costs 15.00 for a tray... not a large tray either. I'll be dropping off maybe $700.00 worth, and it makes me so happy!
Almost all my trees have moss features around them at this point, and I'm working steadily on the front curb area, and mailbox. For some reason I'm having trouble getting the mailbox area finished. I keep wondering away, and starting something else. Not sure why. I think it' bc I want to plant some bulbs, and pansies... cabbages, and it's just too many steps to wrap my brain around, so I go back to weed, plant, water, carry rubbish, struggle struggle struggle with hose, repeat.
Yes, Hops. I think my subconscious is barfing up stuff that needs to go. Writing about it, till I have nothing to write, must bring up, and that's OK. I just want it over, and behind me. Finally.
I hope everyone remembers to wiggle toes in the grass with faces turned to the sun. The weather is glorious here.
Lighter
sKePTiKal:
I just got that weather today Lighter. It is glorious after the oppressive heat & humidity. Now RAIN would be nice... but I still have buildings that will be delivered some time. I need to call today and find out their ETA. I wasn't ready the last time they made a run to WV.
Water pressure... are you on a well? Have a pressure tank? If so, you might want to get that checked out. I have had hoses blow out - and have since replaced them with (pricey) lifetime guarantee hoses. One practice to get into is turning off the water, then opening the nozzle on the hose to the water drain & evaporate. It'll help with the average hose lifespan. Don't forget to disconnect all your hoses from your faucets, when temps get down to freezing, too.
My contractors are DONE. The carpenters will be back soon, to put flashing on top of the garage door trim (something they do special, on log homes that really helps the trim last longer). We did a walk through to make sure they hadn't missed anything and that was the suggestion that was made. Now, everything else is MY JOB. The interior finish work - finding the right furnishings for each space - the small touches.
I'm in a regrouping stage for now. And taking some days off, now that I can go places any day of the week to do some things like get a haircut, get my eyes checked/new glasses, etc. Just piddling. Holly & Matt helped me put together my studio work table (the most important tool I have). I ordered a couple unfinished kitchen cabinet bases; they raised the top, so I can access two big drawers and added casters. That 4x8 tabletop gets used for EVERYTHING. LOL.
Mio-mio's real happy not to be confined to one room anymore. And "Queenie" - my in/out cat - has been determined to be a neutered male by the painters. Queenie's new name is Freddy Mercury. LOL.
lighter:
Freddy Mercury, lol. How funny.
You reminded me I have stuff on my indoor list before company arrives. Trim that still needs another coat of paint. Some caulking. Bathroom ceilings need paint. At this point I paint the floor vinyl flooring in the master bath whenever I expect overnight company... looks fresh... sky blue, until I can replace it. I want to wash the neutral not bad wallpaper down with white paint, and add something to it. Not sure what. I'll know it when I know it. I have a wall in the kitchen with 2 colors of paint on it. The cabinet color and wall colors. Time to choose one, and make it so. Eh, I also have to paint one unfinished cabinet. Forgot about that. Just got used to it I guess.
It's nice that you have the contractors gone for now. Time to rest, and gather strength for the next round. 90% research. 10% execution, and all that.
I spent the entire day ripping out hosta, and tidying borders, pulling weeds from already weeded established moss side yard, which felt SO GOOD. I blew the leaves off, all dirt and acorns... it looks like fairies frolic in the space when it's tended, which will get easier and easier as the weeds go.
I watered everything with a short light spray after dark. IF I'd have gotten moss fragments on all the spotty or bald patches they'd be growing right now. I have a start and stutter thing going with new activities I'm not familiar with. It's a perfection thing. I have to just DO, and not think think think about doing it just right.
Fragging is making little half inch pieces out of the right mosses for the right spots, and scattering them into wet soil, walking on them, and keeping them moist with 2 spritzes a day. I've been spraying every day SEEING if I can keep it up with all this dry weather. At least I fixed hoses today, and I'm on city water. I don't understand the pressure change, but there's a drip drip drip under the house for outside backyard spicket with a halloween trick or treat bucket under it that needs a plumber's attention, along with the drippy faucets in the master bath. He can check out the pressure when I call him. AHHHHH those darned hoses. I always cut my fingers up when I use those cheap repair kits. Next time I'm getting the more expensive ones to try.
:shock:The woodpecker's back. I chased him away, and he went to the next door neighbor's house. I heard them bang, like an interior woodpecker, and then he went to the next house in line. They weren't home, so he hung out there for a while. It was impossible to concentrate so I chased him away, and hoped he didn't swing back to my house. He was in the trees the last time I heard him.
I wonder if banging like a woodpecker is more effective than one BIG thump. I the neighbors if that was so, and they didn't seem to know they were banging JUST like a woodpecker, or they didn't want to discuss. Hmmm.
I have a broken bird bath to move to front yard. The top broke in half, so I'll bury it a bit, like a planter, and fill it with lovely round colonies of different mosses in front of the BIG tree. The moles have been digging around that tree for years, unchecked, so it's all heaped up and mounded in this very attractive way the other trees aren't. If I don't stomp the mole tunnels down, they harden and take on this organic sculpture mound on mound on mound form. I hope that made sense. It truly is gorgeous.
We don't have rain forecast the next 10 days, but the leaves will begin falling this week so it's frag time NOW, though my mind is still resisting.
One neighbor is heartbroken I don't intend to moss the entire front yard. Honestly, I don't believe I can do a good job with it. The plan is to blow leaves into the middle, and have areas, or features around trees and the trail that are well kept. That means I don't have to work so hard when the leaves fall, or take so much time blowing. The neighbor can use that pile too, just easier for both of us. Right now I have half a hill, and an interesting area mapped out for the pile. I pulled the weeds there, so I can utilize that moss, put down landscape fabric, and start blowing. That's where the frags will come from, and it's all waiting for harvest, tearing, spreading and watering. I guess.
It got chilly today, Amber. I needed a jacket but didn't want to stop working, which is why the hoses got fixed. I couldn't bear the spray of the leaky hoses soaking me over and over again, which was how yesterday, a warmer day, went.
Now that I have part of the yard in exactly the shape I want everything in, I feel more peace. More contented. More focused.
::nodding::.
I might not be able to smell the barn, but I know it's there; )
Now, if I can get my hands on some huge wonderful stone from a nearby barn recently torn down. And the metal roof of a barn near my fathers. I long to reclaim old things. I picked up big stones from the woods, and moss covered stumps with character to use. Somewhere. At some point. I really enjoy this work.
Lighter
lighter:
There's been a shift in my world with all the hours spent in the yard. The neighbors come by regularly, and chat or comment on the progress my sister and I make. I think everyone thought I was bonkers but now..they can see the Moss turn into a fairy shire day by day. Patch by patch. I'm set to rescue Moss from the mailman's yard, on top of rescuing an embarrassment of mossy riches from my own yard where the leaf pile will be located. We move small sections of sun loving moss with spatulas and forks. The rain has everything we planted sprouting sporophytes! It's wonderful and I wish I had time to stop and enjoy it.
This neighborhood is shady and Moss is everywhere., My neighbors seem excited about what we'll do next. Some happily chat about Halloween, and I do believe we'll end up with a good sized party with bonfire this year. I'm glad there are husband's and male friends to tend the fire and coolers while we deal with food, teens and guests.
The girls have friends coming, and so do I. My niece is coming.
It's empowering to have energy and exhilierating to maximize it. My sister and I whipped the yard in shape, so much getting done, and now I'm contemplating stone mosaics. I'll switch to indoor projects next week. Almost all the trees have lovely moss skirts, and finishing the weed barrier will have to be enough for now.
I'm refusing to worry. I'm embracing joy instead, and that, I feel,is getting out if my own way. I wish there were more hours in a day.
Yes.
Lighter
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