Pulling the weeds
Aug. 8th, 2003 06:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
There is a particularly unlovely concrete area in our backyard, abutting the eastern side of the house. It's about twenty-five feet by twelve feet. There is no shade whatsoever to make it pleasant, and we have no furniture or plantings or anything else to encourage people to linger there. The concrete is divided into about ten blocks, and weeds grow in the lines in between the blocks.
I hate it.
I don't know why we've never done anything with the area. We just haven't. I can visualize setting up a sort of outdoor room there, but everything I imagine seems so expensive (a pergola with vines overhead! Patio furniture! Planters!) We have furniture on the porch on the opposite side of the house, and we've always chosen to sit there instead. The concrete gets blazingly hot in the summer time. I have gardens in the backyard, but the yard is unfortunately blighted by my neighbor's high fence which blocks our view (and is on our side of the property line, if you please).
So I do nothing with this concrete area every year, except pull the weeds. And my god, what weeds. Every spring, they start pushing up between the concrete, and I vow I'll keep up with them. I'll use Roundup, I tell myself, and I'll keep them in check. Or I'll empty a teakettle of boiling water out there every day. But my life gets busy, and the situation is always exactly the same every August: I go out the back door and stop, appalled, at the tufts of weeds spreading across the ugly, bare concrete.
So I go out and pull them. Rob has never pulled a single weed in the ten years we've lived in the house. I use a dandelion fork to pry up the long, stubborn roots, which cling desperately to the small wedge of soil between the blocks. If I pull in the wrong direction or don't get a good enough grip, the weeds tear up just above the roots, and I have to scrape them out of the crack with the dandelion fork, cursing under my breath. It can take a half an hour to clear one line, and there are lines around ten blocks in all. And unlike a garden, which thrives when you pull out weeds, the only reward, when I have cleared them all out, is that the ugly concrete is bare again.
It seems like a particularly futile and infuriating task to be stuck with year after year.
I hate it.
I don't know why we've never done anything with the area. We just haven't. I can visualize setting up a sort of outdoor room there, but everything I imagine seems so expensive (a pergola with vines overhead! Patio furniture! Planters!) We have furniture on the porch on the opposite side of the house, and we've always chosen to sit there instead. The concrete gets blazingly hot in the summer time. I have gardens in the backyard, but the yard is unfortunately blighted by my neighbor's high fence which blocks our view (and is on our side of the property line, if you please).
So I do nothing with this concrete area every year, except pull the weeds. And my god, what weeds. Every spring, they start pushing up between the concrete, and I vow I'll keep up with them. I'll use Roundup, I tell myself, and I'll keep them in check. Or I'll empty a teakettle of boiling water out there every day. But my life gets busy, and the situation is always exactly the same every August: I go out the back door and stop, appalled, at the tufts of weeds spreading across the ugly, bare concrete.
So I go out and pull them. Rob has never pulled a single weed in the ten years we've lived in the house. I use a dandelion fork to pry up the long, stubborn roots, which cling desperately to the small wedge of soil between the blocks. If I pull in the wrong direction or don't get a good enough grip, the weeds tear up just above the roots, and I have to scrape them out of the crack with the dandelion fork, cursing under my breath. It can take a half an hour to clear one line, and there are lines around ten blocks in all. And unlike a garden, which thrives when you pull out weeds, the only reward, when I have cleared them all out, is that the ugly concrete is bare again.
It seems like a particularly futile and infuriating task to be stuck with year after year.
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Date: 2003-08-08 04:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-08 05:25 am (UTC)Nature abhors a vacuum so if you build it weeds will come. How bout thyme? That's what I use edging the gravel path... herbs in general would just eat up this sort of micro climate. Heads in the sun...cool root run. Mix in a few portulaca (moss rose) and you have the makings of not just a sol'n but another garden?
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Date: 2003-08-08 05:25 am (UTC)*sympathy*
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Date: 2003-08-08 06:53 am (UTC)We had a similar problem, and applied the Alexandrian solution. *g*
Date: 2003-08-08 06:06 am (UTC)1) Get a barbecue and a rowboat full of beer and soda
2) Get everybody you know
3) Get as many sledgehammers and pry bars as you can lay hands on
4) Concrete leaves your life.
Or you could erect a shed. *g*
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Date: 2003-08-08 06:15 am (UTC)You can get a permit to drop off concrete and such at the Minneapolis (garbage something or other) by 28th & Hiawatha -- but it's work getting it there and work after you get it there.
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Date: 2003-08-08 07:48 am (UTC)K. [I'd use Round-UP personally. I've got a gallon, with a handy spray attachment that you are welcome to borrow. It's currently on loan to
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Date: 2003-08-08 08:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-08 11:50 am (UTC)Pamela
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Date: 2003-08-11 04:53 pm (UTC)K.
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Date: 2003-08-08 07:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-08 09:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-08 10:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-08 01:12 pm (UTC)seal those cracks!
Date: 2003-08-08 03:29 pm (UTC)Chris
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Date: 2003-08-08 10:47 pm (UTC)Jerks :)
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Date: 2003-08-11 06:13 am (UTC)Rob