about a peach tree

KT and I went by the plant nursery last week to finally pick out our family tree.  Unfortunately, they didn’t have any dwarf variety of the crepe myrtles.  Actually, the only dwarf trees they had were peach trees.

Our plans for the backyard include growing a variety of citrus fruit trees.  I wasn’t planning on growing peaches because I was afraid it would attract insects.  But what the heck, we bought a peach tree.

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I asked the guy who helped us at the nursery how I should care for the tree.  I told him I have a hard time keeping plants alive.  He told me, “this is a tree so it’ll be really hard to kill.”  We’ll see.

Homecoming

Two and a half years later, here I am again – plus one man and two dogs.  We are glad to finally be moving back to this house. 

Since the last post, we laid down landscape fabric on the exposed dirt, topped it with mulch, and place a cement bench on it.  Everything else remained the same. 

Goals for the year:
Goal #1 – Paint the wooden fence a dark brown. 
Goal #2 – Dog proof the backyard.  a) lay down cinder blocks all around the perimeter of the yard to prevent digging under the fence.  b) replace the two gates on both side of the yard.
Goal #3 – Set up the buddha fountain and patio furniture I bought a few years ago.
Goal #4 – Plants some dwarf fruit trees in some really big pots along the right fence.
Goal #5 – Plant some flowers in wooden planter boxes to flank the sides of the center patio.
Goal #6 – Build a permanent planter along the left fence for my herb garden. 
Goal #7 – Tear down the shed in the back left corner.
Goal #8 – Do something with the dirt area along the back fence??

Glad to be back. 

Free dirt! And Free Delivery!

So this morning, I was up early awaiting the delivery of free dirt to my driveway. I asked for four yards of dirt, hoping to fill up all the crazy holes in the backyard.

These pictures do not do it justice. This pile of dirt is much much more than it seems in the pictures. If you compare it to the size of the lawn behind it, then maybe you just might get an idea of how big this pile really is.

9AM, I start shoveling dirt

9:45pm, two hispanic men in a truck drives by as I was observing the monstrosity in front of me. The man in the passenger seat gets out of the car and walks up my driveway. He offers me their labor. I decline. He looks at me, then at the pile of dirt and said, “that’s a lot of dirt just for you.”

12pm, three hours later of muscle-aching labor, I shoveled and wheelbarrowed a quarter of the dirt into the backyard all by my lonesome

1pm, an extra pair of hands from the neighborhood offers to help, free of charge

3pm, we gave up for the day, with a third of the dirt left and half of the holes filled