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  • I’m working in my front yard. Trying to place a bender board to separate my flower garden from the grass area. My gardener cannot make a clean line with his weed wacker and the grass keeps getting edged away farther and farther into the lawn area as the sun turns up the heat. I dug a trough and flattened the plastic bender board as best I could. Each time I’d hammer one side down into the soil the other side would pop up again. I went and found some bricks to hold the board in place. I had planted some Mesa Bicolor Blanket and Prairie Splendor Coneflower and had trimmed back the amazon daisies that had grown long and leggy. The bender board will still not stay put. I found a cinder block and knocked the edging in place with the block atop it. I then begin tapping the board into the dirt when an older lady with a dog happens by. She says, “Oh, I just love your garden”. I say thank you. “It reminds me so much of my mothers garden, it just so….” I’m standing there in my straw hat with the wooden donkey on the front of it, my cut off shorts, and my stained T shirt, my knee pads and my small sledge in hand waiting for her to find the word, so I offer it up to her. Eclectic?, I say. “Yes that’s the word I was looking for, eclectic”. I say I call it planned disarray. I continue fussing with the board as her dog sniffs my lawn, the hedge, marked by each dog in the neighborhood. She says “you know, my mother had a way with plants, each year at Christmas time she’d get a poinsettia and at the end of the season she’d slam it into the dirt against a wall. Until finally after years of collecting poinsettia’s she had a lush beautiful hedge”. I said she must have had a green thumb. “No, not really. She just slammed things into the ground”. I laugh, and say some people just seem to have a knack. Thank you for noticing. I finally get the board in, as good as it’s going to be. I'm starting to feel the muscles that haven't been used for a while. I spread the dirt and add mulch beneath the roses and give all a good watering. It’s a hot day. I pull in the rake, the shovel, the cutters, gloves, knee pads and sledge and call it a day. Next time I'll just "Slam It".
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