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Sun, Oct. 9th, 2016 09:17 pm
What a weekend 8D;;; I hurt in my all of me. Mum and Dad came over yesterday with a trailer borrowed from the guy up the hill from them to get rid of the scoria. The trailer's a rusty old thing that half feels like it's going to cave in under the half-tonne of scoria in it, and the lights sometimes didn't work, but whatever. It got the job done.
The hardest bit was all the roots left from the old tree. Several roots, including one as big as my leg, were completely rotten through, so they were fun to yank up and look really strong and awesome doing it. Mostly, though, we had to cut through a lot of them and untangle them from the plastic mat underneath them and through them and they were a nightmare. But we did it! The scoria is all gone! I really hate scoria!
Today! Just me because this bit doesn't need trailers and help. I dug over all the... soil... underneath, for want of a better word. I mean. It's been under thick black plastic and scoria since the place was built in the 70s. It was hard-packed and hasn't had anything growing in it for decades. I mean literally nothing. The whole time I was digging it over, there wasn't so much as a weed or a bug in that dirt. I found one mealie grub thing, but that was living in one of the rotten roots, not the dirt.
Also in there was half a wheelie-bin full of builder's crap from the 70s =/ Mostly broken bricks and lumps of concrete, and when I say 'lumps' I mean lumps that were like the size of a fruitbowl. Also wire that was more rust than metal, an equally rusty star dropper, a tinnie and a yoghurt pot, complete with foil top and little plastic spoon. So peeved. This would've been way quicker if I hadn't been shoving the spade into bricks all the goddamn time.
( But I got there! ) Next weekend I'll get some real soil, plant my succulents and citrus trees, and lay down the white pebbles. And it'll be beautiful.
Right now though I hurting. Stiff shoulders, back hurrrrrts, thighs cane and I've given myself massive bruises from jabbing the spade handle into myself, palms are raw and tender but I've only got one blister, so I'm calling that a win.
I'm so ready for gardening to just be weeding. Digging sucks.
The hardest bit was all the roots left from the old tree. Several roots, including one as big as my leg, were completely rotten through, so they were fun to yank up and look really strong and awesome doing it. Mostly, though, we had to cut through a lot of them and untangle them from the plastic mat underneath them and through them and they were a nightmare. But we did it! The scoria is all gone! I really hate scoria!
Today! Just me because this bit doesn't need trailers and help. I dug over all the... soil... underneath, for want of a better word. I mean. It's been under thick black plastic and scoria since the place was built in the 70s. It was hard-packed and hasn't had anything growing in it for decades. I mean literally nothing. The whole time I was digging it over, there wasn't so much as a weed or a bug in that dirt. I found one mealie grub thing, but that was living in one of the rotten roots, not the dirt.
Also in there was half a wheelie-bin full of builder's crap from the 70s =/ Mostly broken bricks and lumps of concrete, and when I say 'lumps' I mean lumps that were like the size of a fruitbowl. Also wire that was more rust than metal, an equally rusty star dropper, a tinnie and a yoghurt pot, complete with foil top and little plastic spoon. So peeved. This would've been way quicker if I hadn't been shoving the spade into bricks all the goddamn time.
( But I got there! ) Next weekend I'll get some real soil, plant my succulents and citrus trees, and lay down the white pebbles. And it'll be beautiful.
Right now though I hurting. Stiff shoulders, back hurrrrrts, thighs cane and I've given myself massive bruises from jabbing the spade handle into myself, palms are raw and tender but I've only got one blister, so I'm calling that a win.
I'm so ready for gardening to just be weeding. Digging sucks.