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Sat, Oct. 15th, 2016 08:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annarti
The front garden is so close! It was warm all day, but hellishly windy because spring is a lie. Nevertheless, it is mid-October, and I've ended up with tan lines to last me through summer. Whoops. Look you can hardly blame me the weather's been deplorable. You forget that it's not still winter.
So while it was blowing a gale, I headed off to get my dirt. Rather than rent a trailer this time, which would have cost $40 and taken three trips and all day to get my three tonnes of dirt, I had it delivered, which also cost $40 and took zero trips. Perfect. It was possibly a bit much in the end? I'm not sure. It's pretty deep and there's something of a mound towards the middle, but it's not catastrophic. So anyway. It's all shovelled nice and even so I'm happy. That took about 45 minutes I guess?
Next was rolling out the weed mat left over from lining the pallets, which was nowhere near enough to cover the whole spot, but I did have enough for the strip where I was planting the succulents. Cut holes through the mat and awkwardly dug a hole in the dirt underneath, then stuffed each one in.
During which time Creepy Old Man came to stare at me. He shuffled right over next to me, so on my property and not common ground anymore. Just standing there. Asked what I was doing while I'm frigging on my knees with hands in the ground, like, what do you think I'm bloody doing? So I asked him to please leave, and he started calling me a bitch, complained about when I'd accused him of using my bin a month after I'd moved in (wtf I was totally over that) and told me to fuck off. From my own house. Yep. Swore a bit more with no particular direction apart that I'm a bitch, and no he WASN'T snooping, this is just what neighbours DO. Never mind that no neighbour I've ever lived next to has ever made a point of asking what I'm doing literally every time I'm outside. I reminded him that I've not done anything but ask him politely to leave and stop snooping, he swore a bit more, told me again to fuck off, and then he fucked off. Ugh.
Anyway! Finished all the succulent planting, yay! They look gorgeous, nice tightly packed row of beautiful soft colours. I love them. Finished at 4pm, which is when all the landscaping places close, so I didn't get to source my white pebbles, but oh well. Headed to Bunnings instead to get some more weed mat and I've pegged that all down now. It's mostly covered, just a bit of a gap near the tree stump.
Tomorrow morning, get the pebbles delivered, spread them out, plant the citrus and I'm DONE.
So while it was blowing a gale, I headed off to get my dirt. Rather than rent a trailer this time, which would have cost $40 and taken three trips and all day to get my three tonnes of dirt, I had it delivered, which also cost $40 and took zero trips. Perfect. It was possibly a bit much in the end? I'm not sure. It's pretty deep and there's something of a mound towards the middle, but it's not catastrophic. So anyway. It's all shovelled nice and even so I'm happy. That took about 45 minutes I guess?
Next was rolling out the weed mat left over from lining the pallets, which was nowhere near enough to cover the whole spot, but I did have enough for the strip where I was planting the succulents. Cut holes through the mat and awkwardly dug a hole in the dirt underneath, then stuffed each one in.
During which time Creepy Old Man came to stare at me. He shuffled right over next to me, so on my property and not common ground anymore. Just standing there. Asked what I was doing while I'm frigging on my knees with hands in the ground, like, what do you think I'm bloody doing? So I asked him to please leave, and he started calling me a bitch, complained about when I'd accused him of using my bin a month after I'd moved in (wtf I was totally over that) and told me to fuck off. From my own house. Yep. Swore a bit more with no particular direction apart that I'm a bitch, and no he WASN'T snooping, this is just what neighbours DO. Never mind that no neighbour I've ever lived next to has ever made a point of asking what I'm doing literally every time I'm outside. I reminded him that I've not done anything but ask him politely to leave and stop snooping, he swore a bit more, told me again to fuck off, and then he fucked off. Ugh.
Anyway! Finished all the succulent planting, yay! They look gorgeous, nice tightly packed row of beautiful soft colours. I love them. Finished at 4pm, which is when all the landscaping places close, so I didn't get to source my white pebbles, but oh well. Headed to Bunnings instead to get some more weed mat and I've pegged that all down now. It's mostly covered, just a bit of a gap near the tree stump.
Tomorrow morning, get the pebbles delivered, spread them out, plant the citrus and I'm DONE.