What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

10 little weedwhackers


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Last year, when I still thought we would be living in this home permanently, I created a perennial flower garden near the entrance of our driveway in celebration of finally putting down roots. (HA!)

I carefully laid down sheets of newspaper around each plant planted. I BOUGHT mulch (a first, EVER) for above the paper. I gathered rocks from the riverbed and encircled the entire bed and then spelled out an N with a heart, since I didn't have all that many plants to work with (but many plans of expanding.) It looked like this:


The very next day, our chickens scratched the mulch to high heaven hoping for a delicious meal, ripped the newspaper to shreds and left me first dazed, then positively livid for the rest of the summer. I still enjoyed the flowers that were produced, but the garden was a far-cry from the picturesque vision I had hoped for.

Fast forward to this spring. The bed was a sorry sight. The spring rains had worked wonders for the grass and weeds, which were drowning out the perennials. I actually had to rummage up the above photo just to tell what was "real" plants and what was...the bothersome kind.


Since I have no weedwacker (or the like) it was up to my digits, all ten of them. I knew I wanted to try the whole "weedless wonder" picturesque vision bit again this year, but knew I would have to get creative for the chickens' sakes.

The weeding took a day.

I laid down black garden "fabric" (bought that, a first!) carefully cutting away holes around flowers. I added a few extra lilies, given to me last year that had somehow survived the black garbage bag over-wintering they so thoughtlessly received. I finished this just before it began to rain. This was another day. (Hey. I am a mother.)

Finally, I hauled leftover gravel, wheelbarrel by wheelbarrel full and spread it around. (I figured the gravel would be heavy enough to deter chickens AND smush out weeds. cha----ching!) I hauled a few wagonloads of large rocks for the border too. Again.

The plants just look happier now, don't you think?


I will be looking out for a weedwhacker during yard sale season though.
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