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Apr. 30th, 2020 11:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
omnia_mutanturWhile I am deeply, deeply grateful for this house for many, many reasons and am pretty sure it would have gotten ugly if we were all quarantined at the old place (though gods, I wish it would sell and that feels like such a petty thing to think right now, but if we ever do have a second home, I'm going to want it more than ten miles from the first one and significantly closer to a body of water and/or in rural Vermont), I will admit I feel deeply unequipped to deal with the outdoors.
Mech asked if it was important to us that he fix up the lawn before he sold it to us and I'm pretty sure we laughed. After moving here we discovered that Nonsense is a digger if left unattended and in the process of discovering that and how quick a digger she was, we ended up with a lawn that looks a little bit like it's been shelled.
There's a tiny raised bit off to one side, I'm pretty sure Teach had flowers there and some mysterious shrubbery up against the deck (which we are also going to have to replace). And one of the last things I did before serious staying at home was buy myself my first ever paper bags for lawn debris. (I suspect this means I've reached some sort of suburban milestone and should expect my certificate any day now). So, we bagged up a bunch of leaves and the kind city of medford took them away, but we certainly didn't get all of them, and there's definitely still a field of acorns, and most attempts at raking just seem mean to the remaining lawn-like greenery.
We're never going to be people who want to commit to a lawn. I suspect that next year, Abundance will put in something of a garden, but really all I think I want at this point is something that is low-upkeep, environmentally friendly that the dog can shit on. And yet, I also feel that somehow my lack of desire to garden reflects poorly on me, that growing food at the very least should be something I'm interested in.
Eventually, Delight will give me mint, because of that Ruthanna Emrys story (if you haven't read Imperfect Commentaries yet, let me know and I will lend it to you at whatever point seeing people in person is a thing again). And last year, as a housewarming present, they planted me some goth mermaid irises.
The front of the house is a sufficient height above the street that instead of any sort of front lawn, we have steps, and some mulched area and what I suspect will become the bane of my existence, a ginormous lilac bush. But I suspect that we can ignore the front for a while longer, except as a place to put whatever holiday decorations strike our fancy (both the winter holiday and the halloween ornaments are still on the tree and I suspect I will only add to them as other holidays strike my fancy, if any do.
I've been playing a lot of stardew valley, the simple repetition of imaginary farming and fishing appeals to me (and this is in part what brought on the above rant). I like having all the variables rounded off sometimes and this feels a little dangerous but maybe it's okay just for now.
Mech asked if it was important to us that he fix up the lawn before he sold it to us and I'm pretty sure we laughed. After moving here we discovered that Nonsense is a digger if left unattended and in the process of discovering that and how quick a digger she was, we ended up with a lawn that looks a little bit like it's been shelled.
There's a tiny raised bit off to one side, I'm pretty sure Teach had flowers there and some mysterious shrubbery up against the deck (which we are also going to have to replace). And one of the last things I did before serious staying at home was buy myself my first ever paper bags for lawn debris. (I suspect this means I've reached some sort of suburban milestone and should expect my certificate any day now). So, we bagged up a bunch of leaves and the kind city of medford took them away, but we certainly didn't get all of them, and there's definitely still a field of acorns, and most attempts at raking just seem mean to the remaining lawn-like greenery.
We're never going to be people who want to commit to a lawn. I suspect that next year, Abundance will put in something of a garden, but really all I think I want at this point is something that is low-upkeep, environmentally friendly that the dog can shit on. And yet, I also feel that somehow my lack of desire to garden reflects poorly on me, that growing food at the very least should be something I'm interested in.
Eventually, Delight will give me mint, because of that Ruthanna Emrys story (if you haven't read Imperfect Commentaries yet, let me know and I will lend it to you at whatever point seeing people in person is a thing again). And last year, as a housewarming present, they planted me some goth mermaid irises.
The front of the house is a sufficient height above the street that instead of any sort of front lawn, we have steps, and some mulched area and what I suspect will become the bane of my existence, a ginormous lilac bush. But I suspect that we can ignore the front for a while longer, except as a place to put whatever holiday decorations strike our fancy (both the winter holiday and the halloween ornaments are still on the tree and I suspect I will only add to them as other holidays strike my fancy, if any do.
I've been playing a lot of stardew valley, the simple repetition of imaginary farming and fishing appeals to me (and this is in part what brought on the above rant). I like having all the variables rounded off sometimes and this feels a little dangerous but maybe it's okay just for now.
