Decorating the Gas Pole

Over the weekend, Liz decided to begin her front garden project.  The edge of the narrow front yard, terminating in a mailbox and pipeline marker, looked very inelegant.  And I agreed with her assessment.  I hate that ugly marker.

But, there isn’t much I can do about its mere existence.  I imagine removing it would be in violation of some statute regarding the easement, and since the BP contractors have so far been very reasonable with us, I’m opting to not jeopardize our tenuous non-aggression pact.  So, the pole stays.  Other than that, the only restriction was to not plant trees on the easement.  But we got an official okay for anything bush size or smaller.

breaking ground
16 tons…

I’m no stranger to removing sod, but this was the hardest yet.  I swear the roots were a foot deep.  It may not have been virgin prairie, but I’m pretty sure this grass was here since the 60s.  The soil also has just enough clay that the roots wouldn’t pull free–rather they had to be cut.  Ultimately we had to dig up the sod with a shovel, then shear off the dirt and bottom roots with a stirrup hoe.  An hour into the project, Liz rethought the garden’s size.  It did give me an excuse to segue into a discussion about how pioneers on the Great Plains constructed houses out of sod though.

In the end, tenacity won out, and garden we had.  Now filled with acquisitions from the perennial sale, and some annuals from the indoor grow light experiment, we have enhanced the aesthetics of the front yard, and hopefully, detracted from the glaring prominence of that stupid pole.

grow dammit
If I grew a vine on it, it might look like decoration

Henceforth, it shall be know as the Easter garden.

–Simon

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