For over a month we had a temporary fence in the place where there once was a wooden one. When we moved in, there was a fence in basket weave, what I deemed to be hideous, and so much so that I stained our side redwood to match our patio furniture (at that time).
The temporary fence, put up to allow Stewart to have some enjoyment of our backyard, worked well. Stewie has his faults, but despite the fact that he was and is supposedly feared by our neighbor, ignored them completely, just as he does when we are out walking when confronted by squirrels and most dogs. The new fence is beautiful, in place, and does not even have a courtesy side, as both sides look exactly the same.
I did notice that the fence that went up between the malbor’s and his neighbor in the back (where he was draining his patio) has a courtesy side and it is facing his neighbor’s yard (they put it up). I don’t blame them one bit as he was less than courteous to them.
Adjacent to the driveway and between the garage and the gate that completely secures our driveway, the temporary fence hemmed us in and allowed us a birds-eye view of the malbor. I mention one person because he is pretty much the only one seen in that yard; to a new bystander, it would appear that he was the only one living there. I wondered how our luxurious flowers would do in that plot. In previous years, its lush greenery and floral display was legendary. We had the dark red coral bells (heuchera) that were volunteers that had floated in to our property from the malbor’s. I transplanted them as I thought they were in the way of the fence posts and also did the same for the beautiful and fragrant phlox that volunteered by the fence. I moved them by the playhouse and although they haven’t yet bloomed, I think they are going to be fine. I took the invasive yarrow my mother gave me and planted it there, feeling that the rocky texture of the soil would not be an issue. I was right, and although it died down once, it came back with great vigor, taking over the area by shoots through the stony soil.
What am I getting at here? The area by the fence that used to be completely covered in flowers is like a dead zone. I have one of my mom’s poppies that is minuscule as they sometimes are, a single yarrow Angel’s Breath (Achillea Ptarmica) that resembles Baby’s Breath, and a single coneflower. Each of these three is very small, just barely getting by. The sedum that I had planted year after year and which took poorly on my side of the fence but which volunteered on the other side and took over beautifully is gone.
I removed a few weeds from this area. I also cleaned out the horrible marble stones that used to cover it completely, having been there when we moved in.
I have decided that although I may get somewhat involved in repopulating the plant life there, I am going to pretty much allow it to repopulate itself. I am going to try to be better about understanding what Mother Nature wants there so if the wild violets go crazy, so be it. I am taking Mary Reynolds seriously.
I have already gone about doing some things that are totally against my grain. I am going a bit nature spiritual and doing some of the things Mary has suggested. I have located a crystal and I have purified it as she said to do, burying it underground overnight, cleaning it with rainwater I collected (she suggested spring water or seawater), and I will purify it in the full moon’s light and have it take a day in the sun before using it as a wishing object to make my small plot of land more receptive to nature and to perhaps undo the ‘curse’ that has been placed on it. I am going to wish for peace, peace in the world and peace in my own back yard.
I am open minded.
I shall keep you posted.