Monday, April 1, 2013

Garden Chronicles Part II

After spending a week of reworking and preparing the lake house we returned to our house in Kingwood. As we drove up we both looked at each other and said…”wow how sad looking!”

Needless to say we’ve been concentrating on the lake house for so long we weren’t paying attention to how drab the plantings looked and how badly the house needed pressure washing.  Living in south Texas mold, mildew and moss can quickly creep into every corner of the yard and house.
Over the winter we hadn’t notice the needs, but when the azaleas are in bloom and the sun highlights the roof valleys full of leaves and the bed boarder are falling into the yard and a new years fresh crop of weeds….we sprang into action!
Antonio, our yard man of many years, came over and the master gardener laid out her plans.
The following morning a crew showed up and began tackling her list of renovations, pressure wash; redo the bed borders, weed, mulch, mow, edge and clean up….while she worked on repotting all the hanging baskets and plantings in the flower beds.
 
By noon of the second day they had finished…Bobbie still had a  day of potting and planting, however, by Thursday evening all was complete and we were ready for Easter….looking our finest for sure with freshly cleaned house, the aroma of fresh mulch and colorful hanging baskets adorning the patio and porch.
Now both houses look decent (won’t get complaints from the neighbors or the HOA!).
Easter was a glorious day.
Now we are ready to enjoy all the work and go back to fishing…the crappie are said to be beginning their spring run?

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