When living in NYC, I told my brother that living in a "concrete jungle" for the rest of my life was fine with me because it meant no yard work. And I meant it. And when I moved to Cleveland, I told Mr. Stranded that yard work was not part of the deal. Who wants to spend their weekends weeding, pruning, preening, and plucking? Are those even real gardening terms? I don't care.
Even though the inside of our house is always immaculate (and I challenge anyone to find a dust bunny,) did I care our landscaping was unimpressive, boring and overgrown? Nope. That's how much I despise yard work. In my head, Cleveland was temporary, so why bother? Why should I put money into a house we'll be leaving soon? Or so I kept telling myself...
Well...we've been living in our "temporary house" for a couple of years. This year, I finally caved. As much as I hate yard work, I couldn't stand the "blah" and mess anymore.
After chatting with a friend, she said I could give the yard an updated look for $200 if we transplanted what was already growing around the yard. She came over one afternoon to lend me a hand. With a little work and less than $200, the front of the house now looks clean and cheerful.
BEFORE: (Please excuse the lame pixalation and awkward cropping. With dishonest people out there and identity theft, I didn't want to show the entire house.)
We tore up the dying evergreen trees and replaced them with two bright red azalea bushes. They're small now, but will grow bigger in the years to come.
I also bought some planters for the front steps. I'll write a separate post on the planters another day.
We used black mulch for ground cover. It's looks clean and sharp.
Am I the next Bree Van De Kamp? Absolutely not. But this is what I discovered: I actually don't mind yard work. Lifting stones, digging up trees, clearing an area isn't so bad. It's instant gratification and good exercise. BUT - I still hate weeding.