I am now laying on my sofa...wishing I had a heating pad or an ice pack or some bourbon or maybe a masseuse. I now understand that I have the back of a near-forty year-old person and when a near-forty-year-old person digs up a bunch of sod in an afternoon, that body is going to be feeling it later. Big time.
Remember this photo I posted a couple months ago? It is from the latest issue of Flea Market Gardens and my ultimate goal for this part of the garden. We bought some Blue Star Creeper in hopes that it will eventually fill in and look like this:
This is how much I have left. Not too bad considering this is what it looked like a few weeks ago:
That strip of lawn was covered in mint- it jumped out of the flower bed by the fence and just took over. It had to go.
Things are coming along. A couple Tylenol and I'll be able to head out there again...
