I live in Colorado – which means my absolute glory in hauling landscaping materials may just as quickly turn to the ‘oh crap – they’re buried in snow’ blues when the next spring blizzard hits.
Nevertheless, I’m ready to begin my gardening project.
My first project is to used rammed-earth tires to build raised planting beds up against the house on the east, south and west sides.
My reasons for surrounding my house with garden beds are many:
- Why spend $600 for gutters, when I can plant my garden where the run-off occurs naturally?
- Extra insulation will aide in capturing the sun’s warmth in the winter
- Growing things on trellises at the back of the bed will help cool the house in summer
- I’m putting old tire waste to good, ecological use
- A garden right outside the kitchen door – what’s not to love?
- My garden will be easier to maintain and future owners won’t be tempted to use a gas-guzzling or electricity burning Roto-tiller in it. (Although, the dudes from that Jackass show may try)
- I like trying things the neighbors “pooh-pah” about and that I can’t find specific instructions for – makes me happy.
So Friday was spent getting the brick and gravel to fix the ditches near the foundation that the stucco guys left unfilled.
On Saturday, I suckered the child-unit into helping me haul in tires (for free from grateful local mechanics).
Full disclosure – suckering my child-unit into helping me consists of saying, “Please? Pretty Please? It’ll be so much more fun and quicker if you help me…What? No, I meant funner and quicker for me…Yes, I’ll buy you a Gatorade and Sunflower seeds…I’m going to grow sunflower seeds and popcorn for you…yes…they’ll be planted right here and over here…”
I now have all the materials for Stage 1 of the plan – except for the dirt for the beds – which for my complete project plan will run from $1,380 to $2,000, depending on who I buy it from and whether I haul it myself or not.
What happened to “dirt cheap”?
Getting the dirt estimates Friday night sort of put the nix on my ecstatic mood derived from finally starting the project I’ve been dreaming of before I even moved in.
I’ll let you in on a little secret – I research ’til I’m blue in the face – I read – learn – ask questions – use computer-aided drafting tools and databases to plan and cover every contingency.
And then there’s always one little thing I didn’t think about – that usually puts me in a tailspin – this time it was how pricey garden dirt is.
I woke up Saturday morning at 2:47 a.m., wondering whether I should even haul in the tires, as I can’t put them to use until I have dirt to ram into them…
I learned a long time ago the fastest way to get the Universe motivated to help you with a project is to start and let It figure out the details. Did I not find this house within 36 hours of my decision to move?
Early Saturday morning, we started hauling tires even while my mind was quietly chanting,
“Dirt – Dirt – How am I going to get the Dirt? Yes, I know, I should have faith – but I was raised that God helps them who help themselves – okay, mustard seed sized faith – I can do that. See? I’m hauling the tires. Please make sure the dirt shows up. Thank you.”
While unloading tires, magic happened. As I reached to haul one off the tailgate, what should appear but a Ladybug! The Guardian Angel for all who play in dirt alighted ever so gently and then sat calmly while I sent the child-unit to “quickly, but quietly” grab my camera so I could take a picture of her.
After posing prettily for the camera, she enjoyed the ride as I ever so gently carried the tire and placed it in the corner-stone position.
I consider my project duly approved and blessed.
I hauled in all the tires to be had – here’s a shot of my beautiful Easter Lily and you can just make out the stacked tires behind – patiently waiting for dirt.