Update on the front yard waterwise renovation: it’s done!

The front yard conversion from lawn to waterwise landscaping has been completed at the Vintage ranch. This project has consumed almost all of my free time. I haven’t been reading, or riding my bike or, as you might have noticed, blogging. Gardening with a deadline is stressful. But the yard passed both city inspections, the paperwork has been submitted, and the first rebate check should arrive in a couple of weeks. We still need to keep the plants watered throughout the hottest months of the year, but otherwise we are done.

I’ve wanted to get rid of the lawn in the front yard for years but wasn’t sure what I wanted it to replace it with, or even how to get started. Now that the project is completed, I am really thrilled with the results.

That being said, I will be blunt and admit that if the city wasn’t offering a rebate, I would never have made the change. For a couple of reasons.

One, it was bloody EXPENSIVE. Gardening is no longer a cheap hobby. Not that it ever was, but not like this. Inflation has hit the gardening world hard. To save money, MrsVintage and I did all the labor ourselves (minus installing the boulders), and I was able to salvage and reuse numerous plants from the old front yard borders. The project still came in at over three grand!

Oh, the pain. THE PAIN!

The other reason is that it was bloody painful as well. I moved 5.5 tons of cobble stone, one ton of crushed granite, probably another ton of cedar mulch, no idea how much weight in sod. Literally blood, sweat and swears. We went through half a box of Band-Aids, half a tube of sunscreen, one and half cans of mosquito repellent and copious amounts of water and sports drinks. Plus, we consumed all the ibuprofen and acetaminophen in the house and smeared so much icy-hot on aching knees and backs that it mixed with our sweat to form a paste.

On the positive side, there was plenty of beer on hand. At least for me. MrsVintage isn’t an ale fan. I found Samuel Adam’s ‘Porch Rocker’ and Lone Tree Brewing’s ‘Red Ale’ to be particularly helpful in my recovery efforts.

Old Age and humility

Ok, before we get to the big reveal, you have to humor me and listen to me whine about gardening as an old fart. After all, while this blog covers such topics as gardening, books, bicycling, beer and more, it is above all else about living life in the autumn years. So, bear with me.

There is no doubt in my mind that if I had attempted this project 20 years ago, or hell, even 10 years ago, I would have finished it at least a month sooner than I did. I still would have been sore and tired, but I would have been able to push through the fatigue. Now, not so much. Getting old is such an ego check.

For instance, I would be knee-deep in work, and I could feel that I was wearing out. I wanted to keep working, but my mind/body monologue would go something like this:

Me: just three more wheelbarrow loads, and I’ll call it quits.

Body: I think we should quit now.

Me: (after first load) just two more to go.

Body: I’m telling you, it’s time to stop.

Me: (after dumping second load) Just one more load to go. I can do this!

Body: I SAID WE ARE DONE FOR THE DAY!

Me: ok.

And it wasn’t just crapping out while working that was humbling. The recovery part sucked too. There were many days where I just couldn’t do the work. I was so stiff and tired I couldn’t will myself to labor in the yard. There was just no gas in the tank. I would rest for a few days, and then I could get back at it.

Nevertheless, we got the project done before the deadline. Now, I can relax in my hammock for the rest of the summer.

Hah! As if.

Let’s hop into the Wayback Machine

With that out of the way, let’s go back to last September to see what the front yard used to look like. As historians like to say, you’ve got to know where you started from to understand where you are at.

The front 4o of the Vintage ranch, Sept 09, 2022
A few small garden beds on the perimeter of the lawn.
Let’s be honest, there ain’t much to look at is there?
Ho-hum

It’s a very nice yard. Obviously well maintained and cared for. While there are a few burn spots here and there, it’s for the most part green and lush.

It’s also a water hog and a time sucker. Even worse, it’s BORRRIIING (imagine being said in a teenage girl’s voice).

There was no reason to linger out there. The only times MrsVintage and I ever noticed the front was when we were leaving the house or coming home, getting the mail, or when it needed to be mowed. I literally watered, fertilized and aerated the grass just so I could chop it down. Seemed kind of pointless.

At least the back lawn has a purpose. When the offspring were little, they used to play back there all the time. The dogs like to patrol the perimeter. MrsVintage and I love spending time hanging out on the patio on warm summer evenings and cool autumn afternoons. The back lawn and garden is our outdoor sanctuary.

The front yard was a cipher. In the words of Gertrude Stein: “there’s no there there”.

Progression

Now let’s take a look at the work progression. Back in March I posted an update on how the renovation was going (Initial progress on the front yard renovation).

Then in April I posted at how I had put down cardboard to kill the lawn (Progress is progressing on the front yard renovation). Not a good look.

Pretty trashy

Eventually, I got some mulch down to cover the cardboard. Then the real work began.

Better, but a long way to go
It only got harder from here.

At this point, I no longer had time to post updates. I was busy taking measurements, buying metal edging, purchasing plants and pricing boulders and other hardscape materials. Once I had dug and installed the edging, MrsVintage and I needed to remove some of the sod from around the future garden borders to make way for the cobble, and to dig out the grass and dirt from where the crushed granite path needed to go.

I also needed to salvage some plants to put into the new landscape, or plant elsewhere in the backyard.

This work was brutal and tedious.

After weeks of grueling labor, we reached the point we could put the landscape fabric down for where the rocks would go. Once we got the fabric down, I purchased three boulders from a landscape supply company. Installing those was an experience, let me tell you. The driver/boulder installer was very good at his job. But I did have to help him roll the smallest boulder that’s near the front door into place. His forklift couldn’t get up the slope of our front yard because it was so wet from spring rains.

I seriously was concerned that I gave myself a hernia.

I went back to the same landscape supply company to purchase the ton of tan breeze (tan colored crushed limestone). Surprisingly, I was able to put it down and rake into place in one day. Of course, this was one of those times when my body informed me that we were taking an short vacation.

With that done, it was finally time to plant the plants. I normally like planting. There’s something so satisfying about seeing a living thing in a place that used to be just a blank piece dirt. I’m not such a fan of planting when I’ve got a hundred of the things to get into the ground. Then it becomes a pain in the ass. Literally and figuratively. My hammies and glutes were sore for days.

With everything in place, it was time to contact the city water department and have them inspect the project. They wanted to make sure I had the correct plants in the correct spots, and that all the landscape materials were properly installed.

We passed with flying colors. No corrections needed to be made. Now we could purchase and install the cobble and finish the project.

We had the cobble delivered on July 5th and spent the next four days moving five tons of rock into position. On July 10th, I submitted five photographs, all the receipts and expense sheets, and an IRS form for final approval.

Once again, we passed with flying colors. No need to make any changes.

And now, without further ado…drumroll please…the Vintage front yard!

Ta-Da!

Now the yard has interest. Now there is a reason to linger out front. It may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but nobody can say it is BORRIIING.

Our dog, Bailey, inspecting the completed front yard renovation.

Ok, I admit that the plants don’t look like much now. But in a couple of years, they will start to reach their full potential. There’s an old garden adage, that I only learned a couple of years ago, regarding newly planted perennials: 1st year sleep, 2nd year creep, 3rd year leap. In other words, it takes perennials (plants that come back year after year) three years to get fully established in their new homes.

Note that this adage doesn’t apply to trees, shrubs, annuals or veggies. Those plants have their own cycles.

A bench beckons weary travelers to sit and relax in the cooler, shadier section of the yard

We used some materials that we had on hand that were left over from other projects. In the photo above, note the flagstone pathway that leads to the bench. These flagstones were leftovers from the patio we installed in the backyard years ago. The raised bed on the left was there before, but we had extra bricks lying around cluttering up the place. So, I added another layer and filled the bed with more soil.

There is actually a theme to the design. The left side, which is in sun almost the entire day, is mostly composed of plants you would find in prairie environments. Tall prairie grasses, such as little bluestems and switchgrasses, mingle with sages, asters, black-eyed susans and yuccas.

I love the sight of an expanse of tall grasses swaying in a breeze. It’s hypnotic, and very similar to the sight of ocean waves rolling into the shore.

The pathway evokes a dirt trail that wanders through the prairie setting. It reminds me of the paths my childhood buddies and I would wander along during our summer adventures so many years ago.

The cooler, shadier portion of the yard is supposed to harken back the trees and shrubs that lined the banks of creeks and streams, where my buddies and I whiled away the hours hunting for crawdads, resting in the shade after a long bike ride, or sometimes just doing nothing at all.

Now there is a reason to stop and enjoy the front yard.

Having a place to sit was a big priority for me. Several years ago, MrsVintage and I made the desert garden on the side of the house. It’s doing great, but we never went out to see it. So having a destination in the new landscape was important. A destination that allowed us to sit and enjoy the scenery was the obvious choice.

Here in the shady section, you will find a Bigtooth maple (Colorado native), coralberry, manzanita, and creeping grape (not a real grape). I’m going to plant a few columbines in this area on my own dime.

‘Ruby Spider’ daylilies in already in bloom.

While it will take some time for the plants to mature, the daylilies we planted in the raised bed are already putting on a show.

The Vintage Botanical Garden!

Finally, I was so inspired by the new front yard, I made my own plant labels to give it a botanical garden feel. I bought some metal labels on Amazon and used our P-touch label maker to create the labels. Looks pretty cool, don’t you think?

I’m seriously considering making a sign inviting people to explore their local neighborhood botanical garden. Maybe others in the area will be inspired to try something different in their own front yards.

More information

If you’re interested in learning more about converting your yard to a waterwise landscape, there is a website devoted to people have converted their lawns to a waterwise landscape: Inspiration Hub – Waterwise Yards. It’s Colorado specific, but there are some clever ideas that could be suitable in many parts of the US.

Pam Penick, garden author and blogger, also has a good website on waterwise gardening. She’s based out of Austin, TX, but I find her blog interesting: Digging | cool gardens in a hot climate (penick.net)

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The not-so-subtle art of Death Cleaning

NOT our place!
Image by Bill Kasman from Pixabay

I think that many of us, when we reach a certain age, begin to look at all the clutter in our lives and begin to think “damn, I have a lot of crap!”. Then we also begin to realize, that if we don’t do something about all the crap, our children will be stuck dealing with it after we shuffle off this mortal coil.

Anybody who has ever had to go through a loved one’s belongings after they die knows just how disorienting the whole experience is. On the one hand you have to be ruthless and unsentimental, on the other hand you’re purging someone’s entire life.

My folks “got rid of a lot of stuff” before my mom died. I’m using quotation marks as sarcasm. Because when it was time for my dad to move to assisted living, I could not believe how much crap we had purge to get the house ready to sell. And my folks lived in a tiny, two-bedroom ranch.

When dad passed away, we had to clean out his one room assisted living quarters, and the amount of stuff he squirreled away was still staggering. MrsVintage and I realized that it was time for us to go through our own possessions.

A trend?

I have noticed a couple of popular trends related to decluttering our lives. One is Marie Kendo’s tv show “Tidying Up”. Another is the Swedish practice of “death cleaning”, or decluttering your life in your waning years.

I just want to clarify that this is not a book/tv review. I’ve never watched Tidying Up, nor have I read any books on death cleaning. I have just seen many references to them over the few years, and thought it was interesting that I’m seeing this now that MrsVintage and I are knee-deep into purging our crap.

This is also not how-to. I’m just here to relate what MrsVintage and I are doing at the moment.

Tidying vs. death cleaning

Marie Kendo’s Tidying Up isn’t really death cleaning. It’s my understanding that she is big into minimalism and organization in general. But from what little bit I have gleaned, her concept of only keeping what “brings you joy” can be applied to letting go of things you really don’t need or want. So much of our clutter can be traced to pure sentimentality, thus it can be very difficult to let go off things, even if we know we have no use for it.

I draw the line at only keeping 30 books in the house though. My library brings me joy Ms. Kendo!

The Swedish practice of death cleaning is just that. Declutter your life while you’re still alive. Not only will alleviate the need for someone else having to come in and clean out your crap after you die, but there will be less crap for you to have to take care of while you’re still alive.

There are numerous books available on death cleaning (Amazon.com: gentle art of swedish death cleaning), but I’ve never picked one up. I think MrsVintage and I can figure this one out on our own.

A lifetime of accumulating shit

I just want to state that you will not see any before and after pictures in this post. MrsVintage and I are certainly not hoarders, but we do have some packrat like tendencies. And I don’t feel like showing those tendencies to the outside world.

I also want to be clear that this is not a how to post. I don’t consider myself an expert in any way, shape, or form on how to declutter your life. I’m just relating how MrsVintage and I have tackled our messes.

The first step is always the hardest.

Once we started thinking seriously about getting rid of stuff, we were immediately daunted. We had accumulated so much stuff over our 60+ years of living! Where do we even start? Procrastination set in.

Several years ago, MrsVintage read a post on Facebook that listed ways to declutter your closet. Step one was turning all the clothes hangers (with clothes on them of course) backwards on the bar. When you take an item off the hanger to wear, turn the hanger around to the right way. After a year, all the clothes that are hanging the wrong way are purged.

So that’s what we both did. And after one year, the clothes on the backwards hangers continued to occupy space in our closets. One year became two years, then three years, then four. And those backward hangers mocked us.

Finally, this past autumn I’d had enough, and I finally girded my loins and went through the backwards hangers. And what do you know, I ended up getting rid of almost all of the clothes on those hangers.

Once I finished, I figured since I was already there I might just as well clean off the top shelf of the closet. Several bags of Goodwill donations later and my side of the closet was looking pretty spiffy. But all those shoes, backpacks and miscellaneous junk on the floor were creating an intolerable situation. So, with bags in hand I purged years of detritus. Some of it was donated and was tossed. Then I vacuumed out several years of accumulated dust. Yuck.

Now my side of the closet was all tidy and sparkly.

Momentum builds momentum

Interestingly enough, once I got going I found myself really getting into a groove. Now it was time to tackle my nightstand. My nightstand has three drawers, and all of them were filled to the brim. There was quite a lot of sentimental stuff in them, so this was going to be tough.

Or so I thought.

I did one drawer a day, just so I would not get overwhelmed. I found birthday cards going all the way back to my twenties! Why was I hoarding old birthday cards? Dunno. I purged almost all of them. I kept a few that MrsVintage had given me that were special. I also kept some of the handmade ones the Vintage daughters made me when they were youngins.

Next up: report cards. My parents had saved every report card I ever had. When they cleaned out the junk out of their lives, they bequeathed them to me. Whereupon they sat in my nightstand for decades.

I was an indifferent student at best my whole childhood. Why was I keeping mementos of those painful years? How many times did I need to be reminded that I “failed to me expectations”? I didn’t, so I shitcanned them without even looking at them. I felt liberated!

By the time I was done, I had a small box marked for donations and an 3/4 full kitchen garbage back full of crap earmarked for the dump.

MrsVintage takes up the baton

All my efforts at purging got MrsVintage motivated. Together, we started going through our outdoor holiday decor. First up was the Halloween stuff. When the Vintage daughters were living at home, we used to go all out decorating the house for Halloween. We did such a good job that people from outside the neighborhood used to bring their kids to our house to trick-or-treats.

When the daughters moved out, I stopped. I felt there was just something creepy about an old man with no kids at home going balls-to-the wall decorating for a kid’s holiday. We asked the kids if they wanted any of it, and what they didn’t take was donated.

Next up was the outdoor Christmas decor. I don’t like setting up outdoor lights. It’s such a hassle. Besides, the only time MrsVintage and I see them is when we are coming home from work. Seems kind of pointless. So once again, we asked the girls what they wanted, and everything else was donated.

This is just Round 1

While we have made some pretty good progress, the truth is that this is just Round 1. MrsVintage and I going to take a break from all this death cleaning for a while, then go through everything again. You see, we just hit the low hanging fruit this go-around. We still have way more crap than we need. The next rounds are going to be much harder.

How about you? Have you death cleaned your life yet?

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Progress is progressing on the front yard renovation, and there are signs that spring really has returned!

I finally got the cardboard down on the front yard. For a while there, the Vintage front yard looked a little trashy. I am sure that the neighbors were growing concerned. But now that I have covered the cardboard with mulch, the yard looks a little better. By early June, the grass underneath should be dead, and I’ll be able to start planting.

The neighbors are probably still a little concerned. Hopefully, they will be mollified once the project is complete.

Not very aesthetically pleasing
A friend suggested that all I needed was an old broken toilet, a boxspring, and a car up on jacks to complete the look.
Much better, yes?
Now the hard part begins

Then next step is to install metal edging around the new borders and along the future path. Then the real backbreaking labor begins: digging out the remaining lawn and old garden beds. Much swearing, sweating and cursing is in my future.

I’m going to try and salvage as many plants from the front yard as I can. Plants these days ain’t cheap. I’ve already dug out and divided feather reed grass ‘Karl Foerster’. I’ve planted 12 of the divisions in various containers, where they will bid their time until the front yard is ready for their permanent home. I don’t need 12, but better safe than sorry. Besides, I am sure I will find a place for the ones that don’t make it into the front yard.

The garden stirs

It always amazes me just how fast things change in the garden during the month of April. At the beginning of the month, there are just hints that things are coming back to life. By the middle of the month, tulips, daffodils and hyacinths are already starting to bloom.

Other signs of life are appearing as well. Buds are starting to swell on trees and shrubs. Cool season grasses, such as feather reed grass, are already sending the shoots skyward. Where I live, April is the month of boundless optimism in the garden.

The buds of daffodils getting ready to burst forth into bloom
‘Autumn Joy’ sedum and catmint greening up nicely in the warm spring sun.
Crocuses on the cusp flowering
The grass like foliage of Spanish bluebells mixed in with blue flowers of Siberian forget-me-nots

Species tulips

Last autumn, I planted some species tulips in the old veggie garden. Species tulips are different from the hybrid tulips that are commonly planted in most landscapes. The positive for hybrid tulips is that their blooms are generally big and dramatic.

One downside with most hybrid tulips is that they don’t live that long. The first year they bloom great. The second year, not so impressive. Eventually they just peter out and disappear.

Species tulips are closer genetically to the original tulips from centuries ago, before humans started monkeying around with them. While their flowers tend to be small, species tulips are hardy, they rebloom reliably year after year, and they gradually spread out (naturalize). I’ve never grown species tulips before. But I am quite pleased with the results.

As time goes on, I’ll plant more of these tulips, and eventually the display will become more impressive.

Species tulip (name forgotten)

A success story

Finally, we come to the matter of MrsVintage’s peony. Years ago, MrsVintage was given a division of her grandmother’s peony. We planted it next to the front door and for a long time it did just fine there. But as the years passed, the honey locust in the front grew big and it started shading out the peony. The peony continued to do alright; it bloomed every year, if less robustly than it used to.

Last autumn, realizing that the front door area was going to be razed to make room for the waterwise renovation, I divided the peony and put the divisions in the backyard next to the birdbath. Hopefully in its new and sunnier location it will return to its former glory. I’ll be honest, moving this plant really stressed me out. I was absolutely convinced that I had killed it.

I am happy to report that the peony apparently doing fine and is sending out spears of new growth. Hallelujah!

Spears of new growth on MrsVintage’s heirloom peony

Stay tuned for further updates on the front yard renovation.

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