Weed

For some odd reason I spent the weekend gardening. The idea popped in to my obsessive big head on Friday. It was great exercise waling a pick ax and other tools. The side of the house which is on a hill has eroded terribly. It needs topsoil and mulch. I also discovered that gardening can be very peaceful and cleansing. The Hostas under the great blue spruce are growing awkwardly. The ones on the right side are fine and on the other they are dwarfed. I imagine because of the size of the tree this has happened. The tree must be at least 70 years old and 30-40 feet tall althought, I am not great at judging height. The Hostas... Hostas tend to grow almost anywhere and to great sizes. Maybe the tree roots are taking all the water and nourishment. Also, the side where they are considerably smaller the ground begins its slope downward. Any ideas let me know.

Anyway, there is a great deal more to be done. My injury has prevented me from dealing with the area that slopes down and finally borders the next property. The old gal next door died more than a year ago and the house remains empty. The adjoining hedges look like crap. Weed trees have grown up among them. I'm not really sure who owns the house now but, I do know it is empty and no one is really tending to the property. Some one comes on occasion and trims the lawn but, the beautifully cared for property has not been tended to since she died. Relatives of hers came immediately after her death and dug up many plantings and took them away but...

As I worked it kind of gave me pause. Nature in it's natural state (at least about where we live) is seen as ugly and must be replaced with manicured greens and perfect gardens... How nature fights with us to return to it's natural state but, we fight back with rakes, hoes, weed killers, and our backs because we know better?