When we bought our house back in 1995, the previous owners had these glorious green thumbs and it showed. Gorgeous azaleas, hibiscus in every hue, elephant ears, tiger lilies . . . the list goes on and on . . . . even a Meyers lemon tree. It took me months to discover that the reason every cat in the neighborhood came to visit was because they had planted catnip in the herb garden. We also inherited a tiny cement pond and what we call our Chinese garden. No one remembers why we decided to call it the Chinese garden . . . maybe because it was serenely tucked away and the low slung boards hinted of something Asian. It was such a calming little area.
Fast forward 13 years and two black thumbs later and to say things are overgrown and in disarray is putting it mildly. Yesterday I decided to try and make inroads into the mountain of kudzu and tater vines that had all but covered over the 'garden'. Tarzan would be proud of me. It took me a couple of hours but I finally cleared the basic area.
Last night, I dragged my loot to the curb for pickup. If I keep this up, I just might discover the lost Mayan ruins or King Tuts Tomb. Hopefully with some more weeding and some mulch, things will be back their former glory.
But don't hold your breath.
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