Straw and Rosebuds
Preparig the house to sell includes creating some semblance of order out of the half finished projects in the front yard.
One project, building a woven stick fence, involved creating a temporary fire ring and burning an 8ft by 4ft by 3ft pile of straight sticks trimmed from fallen branches. - I burnt the evidence of thatproject over the weekend.
An abandoned project was to create a level 40x24' rectangle in the gently sloped front yard. The original idea was to create a double fenced chicken run around the perimeter and a vegetable garden in the center. This was abandoned when I realized it takes more sun than I have and a lot of weather luck to grow a decent vegetable garden in New England. No wonder the pilgrims almost starved!
The evidence of the abandoned project were:
A) a 2' deep, 8x6' rectangular pit across the walkway outside the front door,
B) a 1' wide trench crossing diagonally from the pit to the low corner of the yard with a level bottom, and
C) a plateau of dirt in the low corner of the yard roughly level with pit A).
Given that I had extra perlite, soil mixes, manure, etc to get rid of, I combined the plateau of dirt with various soil elements to create a garden patch.
I was looking at the patch this morning and noticing the perlite heavy mix and wondering what 'story' a prospective owner would imagine to explain the unplanted patch. I was considered buying escrow flowers when I remembered I had about 2 cubic feet of hay and straw mulch left over from my potato patch experiment. A layer of straw mulch would really dress things up.
About this time, my wife and I were walking down the long driveway shared with our one close neighbor when a car drove up behind us. It was not a car that normally went with the neighbor's house, which is currently empty and sale pending. A thin woman in skinny jeans got out and appeared to be accessing a lockbox at the front door. In true nosy neighbor fashion, I decided now would be a good time to spread the straw mulch on the garden patch.
As I come out of the front door with a large bag of straw mulch, a second car comes up the drive and all the way up to our house. I'm assuming this is someone meeting a realtor next door to do an inspection or something so I walk out to meet him and try to point him towards the neighbors house. Well yes, he might be headed towards the neighbors house but he wants to talk to this house too. He is a special XFINITY area manager, wearing an XFINITY shirt with XFinity embroidered on it and a salesman's smile and wondering why I cancelled my Comcast, did I know about Xfinity? He can make deals other people can't make..... stuff to make my eyes glaze over. I reply with short, bored sentences on the borderline of politeness, as I hand toss the straw mulch at the garden patch and walk around to the other side to put the patch between us. I look up from watching what I am doing to watch the realtor lady drive away and leave me stranded alone with the cable and internet saleman.
Nature smiled on me, the wind picked up and changed direction. My tossed handfuls of strawsuddenly went 10' horizontally, all over his clean black pants, his white XFINITY shirt with XFINITY embroidered on it and inside the open door of his nicely detailed car.
I instantly apologized "I'm sorry. I had no idea the straw was going all over you."
He instantly replied "I understand, but I'm sure it had the desired affect."
I smiled as he drove away
After he left, I decided to take cuttings of a rose bush on the edge of the garden patch as it is the happiest plant in that part of the front yard.
Rose cuttings in the uncharacteristically empty clone bucket
The garden patch at midnight (with bat sounds and a full moon.)
The bat sounds reminded me of one of my wife's stories about greeting Jehovah's Witnesses - but that is another story.