Let’s make things better
Aug. 28th, 2002 08:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzIt was fun having my aunt and uncle over. Chris (my aunt) was impressed to be sure, IJsbrand (the uncle) snooped around the bathroom and boiler. They brought plants for the backyard and a little shovel to plant stuff with. I still can’t fully grasp the garden concept: having one and all. We’ve got a garden! Aah!
Ah well. Life’s a bitch (and so is the Ikea). When they left I, like a true wiccan, set to work, ripping out plants everywhere I could (which is so bad for my karma). The planter was used to dig out roots. There was enough poison ivy (brandnetels in dutch) to make a nice tea but they had already been exterminated my Tommy’s mom. I just had to dig the roots out to make sure they wouldn’t come back. Same with the crow’s feet. (hanepoten). Problem was that the roots went deep and far. Now poison-ivy roots are okay (not really) because they’re firm and I hung on to them with my entire weight (!) to get them out. But the hanepoten roots were considerably more soaked than the poisonivy ones. They broke easily, which meant more digging.
I already planted some of my herbs: rosemary, oregano, sage, mint, chives (I still have hope even though some look real dead). As well as the klimop, Lelietje van Dalen (quite poisenous), the blue forget me nots and the wolfsmelk (very poisenous) I got from C&IJ.
After enough digging I decided to rebuild the half-collapsed 3-tile high wall that kept the earth from falling over the terrace. So I lifted up the fallen tiles and found a lot of snails. I half expected to find a snake or a salamander because maybe Patrick thought they were cool and he would let them escape or something. But nooooo, I just got snails. I lifted them up and instead of killing them I taught them to fly with the help of my planter (I love that thing). I hope I hit one of the hang-group-kids that hang at the other side of the jungle that is our garden. With the snails gone, I built the wall, and did some earthly remodeling.
So now that darkness has fallen, I will sit on my couch, look at the restaured wall, and gloat about my blisters. Tomorrow Ramón will come by and check out the appartment. Haven’t seen him since december or something (eep!)
Ah well. Life’s a bitch (and so is the Ikea). When they left I, like a true wiccan, set to work, ripping out plants everywhere I could (which is so bad for my karma). The planter was used to dig out roots. There was enough poison ivy (brandnetels in dutch) to make a nice tea but they had already been exterminated my Tommy’s mom. I just had to dig the roots out to make sure they wouldn’t come back. Same with the crow’s feet. (hanepoten). Problem was that the roots went deep and far. Now poison-ivy roots are okay (not really) because they’re firm and I hung on to them with my entire weight (!) to get them out. But the hanepoten roots were considerably more soaked than the poisonivy ones. They broke easily, which meant more digging.
I already planted some of my herbs: rosemary, oregano, sage, mint, chives (I still have hope even though some look real dead). As well as the klimop, Lelietje van Dalen (quite poisenous), the blue forget me nots and the wolfsmelk (very poisenous) I got from C&IJ.
After enough digging I decided to rebuild the half-collapsed 3-tile high wall that kept the earth from falling over the terrace. So I lifted up the fallen tiles and found a lot of snails. I half expected to find a snake or a salamander because maybe Patrick thought they were cool and he would let them escape or something. But nooooo, I just got snails. I lifted them up and instead of killing them I taught them to fly with the help of my planter (I love that thing). I hope I hit one of the hang-group-kids that hang at the other side of the jungle that is our garden. With the snails gone, I built the wall, and did some earthly remodeling.
So now that darkness has fallen, I will sit on my couch, look at the restaured wall, and gloat about my blisters. Tomorrow Ramón will come by and check out the appartment. Haven’t seen him since december or something (eep!)
