Landscaping

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

When we bought this house we inherited, among other things, a JUNGLE of a garden. The previous owners just *loved* flowers. Lots and lots of flowers. They'd just plant it anywhere. Half of our backyard was a massive tangled mess "English" garden. There are flowers under our pine tree. There are flowers under our bushes. Basically, if there was any open soil, no matter how small - it was an opportunity for FLOWERS.

We had a couple of family friends over and we gutted 75% of it. From 9 am until 4 pm, we pulled and raked and tossed everything that our friends didn't like (they're really into gardening, and well, we've just started), and transplanted everything else that we liked (hydrangea bush, roses, etc.)

Now, actually, the exciting thing for me is that a couple of weeks ago, I raked and threw down some topsoil and seeded under the pine tree and another section behind the house. Every day since then I've been looking for grass. Nada. Until...YESTERDAY! I found little bright green sprigs of grass sprouting up randomly. Can't wait for it to see it blend into the rest of the grass (I realize it may take a while...)

Same theme, different story... this morning, as I was leaving home for work, our neighbours across the street were working on chopping down this 100-foot tall tree. When I came home, they were still chopping it down. I don't think that they even hired professionals...I think that they were doing it themselves! All I was thinking was I hope that they have a permit. Reading up on it, you can a minimum $500 fine for cutting a tree down in Toronto without permission, up to a max fine of $100,000. Crazy!

Always a nice visit

Monday, October 05, 2009

Matty's comment on my weird, blank blogpost inspired me to perhaps try to keep up my blog.

Just got home from visiting my in-laws – my very wonderful add-on family. I was very happy to see my sister-in-law Maria who recently had surgery for gallbladder removal. There were some concerns for complications, and when you are in the midst of the situation, you feel like those small risks for complications are 100% guaranteed outcomes. Now that we're all on the other side of it, it was great to see her completely back on her feet and since I kinda missed the whole thing (the attacks, the hospital stay and visits), it didn't seem like she had surgery at all.

It was also great to see Sofia play so well with her very first cousin. Over the last few times that they have been together, Elizabeth would chase Sofia around, trying to hug her, hold her hand, and just plain play with her – and Sofia would just keep screaming, "NO!" This time, they just ran around, copying each other: yelling, jumping off of furniture, eating Cheerios non-stop, taking off socks, Sofia wanting to go potty too, playing with cars, talking to each other in their completely non-sensical pretend languages, and laughing and laughing and laughing. It's unbelievably cool.