My townhouse has a small backyard. I ignored it for the first year I lived here, which meant that everything the previous residents had there — a few random plants and a lot of grass — either grew or died as it felt like. By early July of this year, I had my own little jungle out there.
That’s when I decided I’d like to be able to walk from one back door to the other and therefore things had to change. And if I was going to tear up some of it, why not tear up the whole thing, put in some of my own plants, and put a little bit of effort into not killing them? Actually having them grow well would be a bonus.
A couple weeks ago, Adrienne was up here and picked out two king bougainvilleas for me. I’d cleared out enough space to plant one of them, so we put that one in and I figured I’d dig up the plant in the back corner to create the hole for the other one.
One thing led to another and I didn’t get around to attacking that other plant till this past Friday night. After a few hours of digging, I finally got it out on Sunday afternoon…but not before discovering that right below it was some sort of large object. Additional digging ensued and I realized it was a log.
Well, I couldn’t very well plant my bougainvillea directly over a log, could I? Maybe I could…I wouldn’t know these things, considering that my entire knowledge of gardening theory is “water + sun + soil = green stuff and sometimes pretty stuff in other colors”. But I know I’d feel bad for the poor bougainvillea, valiantly struggling to survive with the Underground Log of Pure Evil in the way.
I kept digging. Finally, tonight, after many hours of digging during which I often felt like I was on an archeology expedition trying to unearth treasures, I got it out. The whole thing was lying sideways over a foot deep in the ground, about six inches in diameter, and more than two and a half feet long. (And hollow, which seems weird. Do buried logs break down from the inside?) That might not sound big, but when all you have for gardening tools are a spade and a shovel and the only water that’s gone into the soil in the past few months is what you put in there to soften it up enough to take out the single plant you thought was there, well, it feels big.
Anyway, to the next person who tells me that I don’t exercise enough, I’m going to tell them I do power gardening on a regular basis. Man, am I sore. There’d better not be any other logs in the rest of the backyard.