I don’t want to jinx anything, but it does looks as if
spring might make an appearance on time. Most of us are weary from all the snow
and frigid temperatures that have assaulted us this winter. So, with a few days
of warm weather, we’re ready to arise from our hibernation and begin those
chores outside.
These days, yard work has become a much too in-depth
process. I admit that to being as guilty as anyone of going to extremes in
taking care of my yard, but even my efforts pale in comparison to some folks.
The process begins at the end of February or early March.
Men roll out their spreaders and fill them with “weed and feed.” The price per
bag of this stuff runs anywhere from $11-$35, and most of the time, the job
requires multiple bags. If that weren’t enough, a second defense of
concentrated weed-be-gone is applied with a water hose and special container.
Still, there’s no guarantee that unwanted plants won’t pop up anyway.
I used to go all out in applying this stuff to the yard, but
the fact remains that it will work only if all the rest of the neighbors attack
their weed infestations. That doesn’t happen in our community since we have
yards, big, open spaces instead of postage stamp-sized lots that many
subdivisions have. Now, I make a couple of attempts to kill the most stubborn
and aggressive weeds and leave the rest of them alone. As the old saying goes,
“it’s all looks green when it’s mowed!”

Then there’s the mulching of areas. I take my trailer and
get two scoops per visit and then spend hours shoveling, spreading and raking
this concoction that is a mixture of ground wood and manure. Yes, it does make
the place look nice, but mulch lasts only so long before it must be reapplied,
and none of the stuff smells pleasant.
In years gone by, I remember the yard work we boys did
around the house. Our older brother Dal mowed because Daddy feared that Jim and
I would cut off our feet. So, we each received sets of hand clippers and were
instructed to cut the weeds around the house and all flower beds. For hours
we’d squeeze those clippers until our hands cramped. That job is what a
weed-eater performs today.
Mother had flowerbeds everywhere. However, she didn’t line
them with pavers or other stackable borders products. She dug up rocks from the
yard and lined her beds with them. Then she’d fill the ground with plants and
ground cover that made mulch unnecessary.

Today, we invest fortunes in pots and baskets and raised
growing beds, but our flowers aren’t any prettier that the ones our parents
had. I much prefer a natural looking yard to a perfectly sculpted one.
Something “human” is part of a landscape that’s a little cockeyed or that is
lusher in some places than in others. The old yards had bare spots as well, and
I’ll bet they were caused by kids playing there.
Maybe we’d all be happier if we returned to white painted
tire planters and a few bare spots to remind us of our children’s presence.
Many folks would definitely be less fatigued from all the work.
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