I can't wait for daylight

[Poodleone]

This thread makes me think of my Granny who came to live with us in Central Texas for several years on the '60s. Granny was a fabulous gardener (and seamtress) who had made beautiful things grow in many yards throughout Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania. Caliche soil was a true challenge for her- just about rock-like in some places. But she worked hard and worked the grandkids to make the flowerbeds in our yard beautiful. I can remember her having us go pick up cow paddies and breaking them up in the soil before putting it in the beds.

 

[Lynnie]

I'll come visit and play in your garden NoFunn!

Speaking of playing, I have to go do something funn, now!

 

[Beach Runner]

Oops, BR...sorry I left this off my last post.
No cuss words yet....at least about the yard. Mr. DD's been cussing up a storm though about the moles.

I thought y'all had that black soil like they have in East Texas.

We don't have moles. We have deer. One year we decided to implement another part of the landscape architect's plan in the back yard and do the planting ourselves to avoid getting charged an exorbitant amount of money to have someone else plant it. We created an all?e of hydrangeas with a huge vase on a pedestal as the focal point. It took us two solid days because of the Georgia clay.

The next morning we got up and saw that every plant had been chomped on by deer. We tried all of the anti-deer sprays, Irish Spring, human urine, human hair, red pepper, moth balls, you name it. All that did was make our Weimaraner sick (she ate the Irish Spring, thankfully not the moth balls). Within a few days the hydrangeas were gone.

The next spring we planted an all?e of white azaleas. We were at the beach, there was a bad storm, and a bunch of pine trees fell and knocked out all of the azaleas. Thankfully the pricey vase survived.

Now it looks like hell. We've got to get it fixed before the wedding reception next summer. But I ain't plantin' it!

 

[DD]

I thought y'all had that black soil like they have in East Texas.

We don't have moles. We have deer. One year we decided to implement another part of the landscape architect's plan in the back yard and do the planting ourselves to avoid getting charged an exorbitant amount of money to have someone else plant it. We created an all?e of hydrangeas with a huge vase on a pedestal as the focal point. It took us two solid days because of the Georgia clay.

The next morning we got up and saw that every plant had been chomped on by deer. We tried all of the anti-deer sprays, Irish Spring, human urine, human hair, red pepper, moth balls, you name it. All that did was make our Weimaraner sick (she ate the Irish Spring, thankfully not the moth balls). Within a few days the hydrangeas were gone.

The next spring we planted an all?e of white azaleas. We were at the beach, there was a bad storm, and a bunch of pine trees fell and knocked out all of the azaleas. Thankfully the pricey vase survived.

Now it looks like hell. We've got to get it fixed before the wedding reception next summer. But I ain't plantin' it!

Yeah, I'd be pissed at the deer too, BR.
I only wish we had that East Texas soil. Mostly reddish brown clay.