I can't believe it.
You know I try never to take the Lord's name in vain,
but I came OH SO NEAR tonight.
I just can't believe it.
Several times over the past two weeks I have sent pictures to my
lawn service for the farm, asking that they cut the weeds in two beds to the ground.
One of these beds was the potato bed in the past, and I am not going to
ever plant potatoes again. My plan was to pull the borders out
around these two beds over the winter, and plant grass to the fence.
This is how we built these beds, using the "lasagna" method,
taking the sod off... putting newspaper in layers down.
Then good planting dirt and manure.... then a layer of straw.
(We later went to mulch)
Expensive, and labor intensive.
Here is the north bed, coming to life.
This is the south bed, the summer we made it.
The wood border is not on it, yet.
You see that behind the fence, there is no bed yet. We later made one there,
but Keith was getting sick at that point, so it was never really planted. THAT WAS THE BED
I ASKED TO BE CUT. That, and the corresponding bed on the other side of the arbor, on that side of the fence.
The view as I got out of the car tonight. I could see all the way to the henspa.
Yes, I had to clean them all
out, I had already started.
I was going to dig them up, one by one. Remake the beds.
At least he left the buddleia, he also left TREES.
In the corner, by the arbor, was a big patch of rudbeckia, still blooming.
All my expensive iris.
I am just so .... MAD.
My plan was to dig it out little by little, and replenish the bed, pulling out the weeds.
Now I am going to have trouble telling the weeds from the perennials.
Can you see the sedum on the side, on the left? I had a huge stand that was just getting ready to bloom. The iris were butchered down to the ground.
This was one of the two beds I am taking out, that WAS to have been cut.
I couldn't have been any clearer, since I sent pictures. The two beds on the SIDE OF THE HENHOUSE.
Yes, I'm angry, but I'm also trying hard to see the good here.
At least the big weeds are down, and I can start digging, if I ever get over this cold.
I can't tell where the poison ivy is, so I am going to have to glove up and wear long sleeves.
I messaged the owner of the company immediately, but he has not answered me.
I'm sure he knows I'm upset. I don't know how I can be with a high school kid in his last week of summer, who just wants to be done with it and go back to football, or whatever.
I'm just so disappointed, and the cost of all this... we had several thousand (that's right) dollars invested in these beds.
The guy has not come back yet to replace my water line, and it's a soupy mess. (On top of everything else).
As I was getting ready to leave, a lone coyote sounded from the bottom of the pasture.
I was glad to have the Beacon of the Farm to light the way.
I'm sure by morning I will have calmed down and see it in perspective.
I feel like crying.