An All-Too-Brief Vacation Ends

 Two weeks of time off went by so damn fast! 

The sump pump project is complete and my basement gym has been restored:

We celebrated Sean’s 40th birthday, first with a blackberry pie from scratch by yours truly (the first pie I’ve made since baking with my mom as a kid, I believe), then with his ND friends at Rossovino, and with his family at 9 East, where Beau was delighted to be allowed to play the giant drum when they sang:

We saw friends, including Denise (and meeting her lovely boyfriend Bob after all these years):

 

My nephews picked up 270 pinecones at $0.05 per cone! Here they are triumphantly waving their earnings:

Charles demonstrated his sass-pants status by informing me that my air-dried curly hair looked like Medusa. While Jen briefly went solo shopping, they demanded snacks and were appalled we had nothing but fruit. Then Leon tried Linda’s crab sauce and loved it (we told him it was called that because crabs are red, haha):

What else…Carla came to visit! We had our trees trimmed! I finally took down the anti bunny fencing on my new garden bed!

Now, just four days of work, and then we go to the Cape for JanFest 2025. I need…another vacation.

A Fitness Note

 

Ever wondered what's inside a 100 lb heavy bag? A metric fuck-ton of clothing scraps, a couple of small sandbags, and a PVC pipe with about 25 lbs of sand in it. 

My punching bag has had awful hard spots for a while, so I wanted to try re-stuffing it. Unfortunately I wasn't able to put nearly enough the amount of force necessary to compress those scraps on the way back in. What's south of the white pipe is what came out after I removed it, and yet when I put back in just that section of material, the damn pipe was sitting six inches above the bag's rim! Long story short, I now have an bag that weighs, oh, 60 lbs or so, plus a PVC pipe and a bag of fabric. It's honestly probably better for me in the long run; there's no reason I need to be hitting a hard-as-shit bag. If it moves around too much, there's a D-ring on the bottom, so I'll tie a weight to it or something. 

I've incorporated boxing back into my workouts pretty regularly now. I started paying for YT Premium so that I could use the boxing workout videos without having to take off my gloves to skip ads, and I just decided to start paying an additional couple of bucks to have access to more workouts from the trainer I follow, Precision Striking. Before the basement cleanout, I finished Week 10 of the GZCLP "The Rippler." It's a 12 week program, but the last two weeks are, I think, deload weeks, so we'll see if I actually finish it out or if I jump to a new program once I have my gym back. I think I might try BBB for Beginners. There are so many interesting looking programs, but I need one that can be done in a home gym without cable or leg machines, and doesn't take 2 hours to complete. Once the school year starts and I start going in to work an hour earlier, I'll have to shift to working out in the evenings when I can, plus Wednesdays and the weekend. 

I started planning out my workout plus hair-washing schedule (it's important, shut up!) in a note on my phone each week. Someone online had the slogan "follow the plan, not the mood," and that has generally worked for me! Even if I'm not feeling it, if I said I was going to do it, I do it. There's still kinks to work out. For example, once upon a time, I worked out fasted (except for the tsp of sugar in my coffee), but once I started lifting more, I needed a banana first or I would run out of energy. If I want to double-up and do some boxing after I lift, though, the banana doesn't seem to be enough, but I'm not sure what more I want to add that early in the AM. My tomatoes and eggs are the post-workout breakfast.

Last week I also started tracking nutrition on Cronometer, which was recommended on Reddit, in part to force some accountability for the role wine plays in my life (sniff), and in part to see how well I'm doing on actual macros. Protein was what I've been trying to pay attention to, and I'm decent there, but lo and behold, I am not good at consuming enough fiber and iron in a given day! That's been very interesting. 

Overall, I feel great about my fitness progress. I was musing over what, if anything, I might get myself for my birthday and found myself debating whether I should get 30lb dumbbells, haha. But my little dumbbell tower is already full, so I'd have to exile the 10s, which admittedly I no longer use. My very weakest lift, like many people's, is lateral raise, and after several years, I'm up to 12s, baby!

July Garden Update

 These loaded in reverse order, but oh well, I'm not rearranging them. First up: not delighted by these mums, which I thought were supposed to bloom in September. Planting them was my first encounter with the boulders that lie beneath the surface of this garden. See the pale-colored monster at the bottom of the frame? Excavated to put those mums in. Must weigh 30 lbs. 

And yet they disappoint me - their color is all bleached, probably from the heat. No, I will not be watering you - it's your second year, put up or shut up. Also, my spacing of this trio was...not great. 

Hyssop and orange mums pair one: doing well, though this hyssop is nowhere near as bushy and busy as the other one. I did a half-hearted chelsea chop to these mums in July.

The bigger hyssop plant and the other mums - these I didn't snip! If they grow too tall I'll just stake them. The bare patch below center will, in the fall, receive a new hydrangea to match the other two.

Newest additions: I wound up ripping out all of the irises in the center garden. The ones I had left untouched looked nasty, and even the ones I'd painstakingly thinned had that terrible leaf spot disease. I knew I couldn't plant the hydrangea now, and I didn't want to have too many bare places, so I went to the native plant store in North Branford. There weren't that many native plants that could tolerate the insanely rocky soil (as in, too many giant rocks underneath to bother removing) and full sun, and weren't white (which I don't prefer), so I wound up with three "Triple Play" phlox, which will hopefully spread and take over more of this zone. I would have liked something a bit more upright, but those need more room to send their roots downward.

On to the new garden bed! Uhhh I really couldn't recall what these are, but I think they're the Prairie Smoke? They're doing good, seem to be later bloomers. 

Rudbeckia, coneflower, and behind it, a late addition of a short Joe Pye Weed, which I'm particularly happy with! And so are the bees. 

The milkweed were covered with small bright orange aphids, which apparently aren't really a threat to the plants. The only other thing they like is butterfly weed, and I belatedly discovered they'd been sucking the life of out the gorgeous orange flowers! I'm trying to Neem them periodically, but there are always pollinators around...

The monarda is spreading nicely, and wow, some of those grasses along the wall exploded in size!

Very tall northern blazing star! No sign they need to be staked up yet. Interested to see what the flowers will be. These irises I'm leaving for now; I cut off all the diseased foliage. If I can't get it under control next year slicing throat motion, even though they're so lovely. 

The coreopsis are...very floppy? Produced a couple of little yellow flowers. I'm not sure about them, but we'll see next year. Below: the hostas in their summer "wtf is this, we're shade plants!" mode. Not pictured, the remains of the hairy beardtongue (again, meh), and the asters in the circle, which are going strong. 

Finally, I have never been an annuals person, and kind of thought of them as a waste of money, but the absolute delight these two-tone petunias give me has made me see the light somewhat! Too bad those planters were shitty resin, despite costing $50 each, and one is already breaking (on the right). Once this season is over we're going to look for fiberglass planters in a "concrete" color. Sean thinks black planters with the black lanterns (currently in storage) are too much black. I disagree, but, compromise! 

Also, next year I'd like to add some more coneflowers to the right of the door to balance the two survivors on the left. 

House Concerns

 As I write this, a crew of guys is jackhammering the concrete in our basement to install a sump pump and perimeter drain. We've never gotten a lot of water in the basement, but we've definitely gotten some, especially in 2021, before I added the downspout extenders, and we've also consistently gotten the efflorescence that is the white stuff leftover from water moving through concrete. One of the things I've been discussing with my therapist is my not-inconsiderable house anxiety: my concern that something will happen or is happening to the house to damage it, that I need to be on guard for. 

Obviously, some amount of attentiveness is important! If I didn't spend multiple hours a week in the basement when I'm working out I would probably not have been as concerned about this, and indeed, we found a few additional "problem zones" once we emptied the basement out in preparation for the work: 

The source of my anxiety isn't hard to discern; this is the nicest place I've ever lived, and I love it so much, so I worry about something happening to it. And generally, my anxiety is assuaged by having A Plan, or more often Some Plans, about how I will handle the various potential threats that I identify. Until I'm able to formulate and act on the plan, I feel squirrely; for example, we noticed we had some sugar ants coming in, which is not terribly concerning, but then I killed a flying carpenter ant in the basement - not good! Then Sean told me he had seen another one dead recently. Red alert! Sean was not as alarmed as I was, but again, house anxiety, I am always ready to be alarmed, while Sean needs to see "clear and present danger." 

I was also annoyed because I did have the exterior of the house sprayed last year,- but apparently that was not adequate deterrence. So I called the (very) old man of Branford Pest Control - plan made and acted upon! A few days later he came out, sprayed inside and out, and told us the same series of stories he'd told me last year. While he was literally on my doorstep spraying, I turned around to see the biggest carpenter ant I've ever seen scamper across my cabinets - ughhhhh but also, vindication! Also I had to kill another flying one that evening. But we haven't seen any more since. 

The pest control, of course, was a bargain at $250, compared to the whopping $10k the sump pump project will cost. And next week, we have a scheduled full day of tree-trimming work, which will cost $2800. So that has put quite a dent in our savings, which is fine - it's what they're for! - but still, deep breaths. We have tree-trimming done every couple of years; the last time they came was when the willow had snapped by the pond (and incidentally, the newborn willow there is a gigantic bush these days), and we have a lot that needs to be done, including taking out one of the cherry trees in front of the house that an arborist had pointed out as on its last legs. Our mountain laurel, too, is half-dead; the aborist said they're not terribly long-lived. But we can't bear to take that one (Laurel Hill Rd!), so we're just going to have them remove the dead boughs for now. Especially since we probably can't replace it with another in the same spot; when it was planted there were a lot more trees in that portion of the front, so it had the shade it prefers, but now it's pretty much in full sun all day, so the arborist said it would be unlikely another would thrive. Sniff! 

The arborist in question was there to discuss treatment for our two giant oak trees, which were really quite savaged by some moth in early spring. They did one fertilizer treatment in early summer and will do another one in the fall. They also recommended pesticide in the spring, but I'm going to hold off another year and see if the same damage recurs; oak trees are so important to so many species, is it worth killing all of them to help the tree itself...? 

On a happier note, one of the giant, hollowed-out stumps in the front yard has a white oak seedling coming up! I'm happy to support its journey, provided the deer don't snack on it. They took nearly all of the lilies in the center garden bed and by the mailbox - just nipped the buds off before they ever got to flower. They've never taken so many before, and not from the circle garden. It was such a bummer; they might not be native, but they're so pretty. Deer repellent is now on my spring house list. 

Oh, and here's a picture of the blasted concrete, and the clay pipe that was apparently originally supposed to help funnel some water away from the foundation:

It might be expensive, it might be the cost of a very nice vacation...but if it improves the long-term health of my house, totally worth it!

Assorted Summer Loveliness

One of the casualties of the invasion of the shed by mice last year was my lovely quilted hammock. I unrolled it and discovered the attached pillow had been savaged for construction material by my adorable little nemeses, so it had to go. In early spring I decided to splurge on an LL Bean rope hammock - which for the cost had better be last long enough to be passed down to the boys. Then I discovered that the metal frame from hammock 1 did not accommodate the greater length of hammock 2. Another tooth-grinding expenditure later, I gave the old frame away on FB and successfully put up the new rope hammock. Not only is the backyard too sunny in the afternoon, we've also learned our neighbor Ken often likes to putter about in his yard while playing classic rock. It would not surprise me if he installed an outside speaker system. It's not blaring, but the nature of our properties is such that the sound simply...carries. And I generally prefer to hear natural sounds outside and not Led Zeppelin. Of course, as I have reminded myself, it could be much worse - could be something beat-heavy, or god forbid, the sound of children's laughter! 

Long story short, I set up the hammock under the Japanese maple in front of the house. It's in a diagonal with our house and Ken's so the sound is blocked by the building. It's very close to the other property line, with the Vietnamese neighbors we've never done more than politely wave to, but they are generally very quiet. And it's so lovely looking up at the sky through the leaves!

I'm not sure that videos embed properly here, but this is a clip of the milkweed patch in full glory in early June, abuzz with bees, milkweed bugs, and various other critters. "Patch" is not doing it full service. Those plants have fully taken over like a 30-foot stretch along the pond. Too bad that the little area I so painstakingly solarized and seeded has generated nothing but a (native) weed called "horseweed." I saw a handful of monarchs, but I'm not sure any laid eggs. Oh well - the milkweeds serve the bugs while they're in bloom, and they smell divine. Of course, you mostly have to let the warm breeze waft the smell to you; it's impossible to actually sniff one because they're so in demand by the insects! 

I managed a picture of Gojira-chan, the smaller of the two snapping turtles we've seen! I've also seen Gojira-san a few times - one of which was while I was in the pond in the boat, and it surfaced nearby to give me the stink-eye, haha. 

 

The SS JTD Sails Her Last

At some point in June, I made my first, and it turns out, last voyage in the SS JTD, aka the rowboat. Sean had gifted me a new pair of matching oars for Christmas, so I was excited to try them out. We haul the boat out of the shed and down to the point, and work on getting the oars into the oarlocks. So far, so good! I grab the cotter pins to lock the oarlocks onto the boat and we're good to go. Except, of course, just using 1 cotter pin turns out to be not enough, and the oarlocks slide right out. After a lot of struggling and swearing, I manage to lock a second pin onto each one cross-wise. Good to go, right? I wasn't on the water for more than a couple of minutes, enjoying the freedom of my matching oars, before I realized that the perpendicular cotter pin was literally grinding a hole through the ancient wood at the right side of the boat. And I couldn't move it. Oh, and it was still leaking slowly, despite all the flexseal I'd previously applied! 

As one can imagine, this already put me in a bad mood, and it was not improved by the difficulty of actually maneuvering the boat to do what I wanted to do: attack the invasive reeds growing out from the little island in on the far side of the pond. In a perfect world, I would love to go onto the little island, but I'm not sure I'm going to get there. If you go around the back side of the pond, onto Ken's property, the island is like 10 feet from the shore (we measured). Definitely too far to jump or put a board, and from my minimal explorations with Joe I think the depth drops pretty fast there, so it's not a wading over situation. When we first moved in, the "channel" to one side of the island did not have reeds in it, but now they've fully grown in to block it off. Doesn't seem to be bother the fish or the frogs any, but it bugs me! Anyway, unless I get ahold of a temporary bridge, attacking from the water is the only way I can try to manage them. It's hard to get the boat in close enough to cut the reeds while working 2 oars, and without an anchor, everything you do makes the boat move - generally, away from where you want it to go. I did manage to cut a portion of the front side of the island, but then I called it a day and we hauled her ashore. The other thing that sucks about using the rowboat for this purpose (especially with the leaking!) is that in bringing the cut reeds back to shore for disposal, the boat gets absolutely grimy and needs to be washed out. But of course we're way too far from the house to use the hose. I brought down some water in a bucket, and as I was contemplating this creaky wooden boat, with its leaking and now with its brand-new hole in the side...I decided I was done. Finito! There had to be a better solution, and this boat was not the one. 

Amazingly, through the power of the Branford "Buy Nothing" group, I had that boat gone in less than 2 hours from when I made this decision. A woman from Stony Creek showed up with a Tahoe and we loaded that sucker in the back. She said her kids would be happy to work on it. I kept the nice new oars, haha. By chance, we just reconnected today when I had something else to give away, and she sent me a lovely photograph of her three adult kids happily rowing about - and it turns out they've got a real pond, not our comparatively tiny puddle! So that made me double happy: first that I managed to get rid of it at no effort or cost to myself (because if no one wanted it, I was contemplating hiring someone to take it to the dump), and then that it was being genuinely used and appreciated. It seems to have belonged to the house's original owners and pond-creators, Don and Betty, so I'm glad it's getting some new life.

Also, we have so much room in the shed now!

And what about the reed project? After some perusal, I bought an inflatable boat, which I have not yet tried, because it promptly got too hot for me to care. Updates to that coming at some point...!

Garden Check-In

 For my own future reference, i decided to take some garden status pictures today!

Hairy beardtongue; 4/5 are doing okay under the watchful eye of the Great Turtle.

Coreopsis: same, 1 of 5 is not thriving but the others are okay. In front, we had 3 salvias but only 2 returned this year. 

Center garden, where I planted three dark red mums last summer. They're doing well, though I clearly kind of planted them in the middle of a daffodil clump.

These were a pair of orangey-yellow mums, with a hyssop plant behind them. Also accidentally planted these amid some daffodils!

Just a note to myself that there's a decent bare spot here that something else could be added. 

The thinned-out irises are doing okay. They're still getting the nasty spots, but nowhere near as badly as their un-thinned fellows. They're also a bit happier than the newly-planted ones by the house which are all flopping over. 

Reminder to myself that the three daylily (?) plants behind the irises are not looking great, and they have lots of those fern weeds grown into them, plus one has poison ivy recurring. Possibly pull these and replace? 

The other set of mums/hyssop planted in the late summer. I realize now I forgot to photograph the set of 5 asters that are on the other side of the stump; like all of the plugs, out of five there's one runt but the others are doing okay. 

New perennial bed coming along nicely! I'm not expecting anything to bloom this year, though there are some buds on one of the monarda plants closest to the camera.

The un-thinned section of irises - full of weeds, tons of the nasty spots. If I thin these in the fall, I think I'll get red of the dull red ones in the center altogether. 

I stuffed five northern blazing star plugs in between the hosta and the first few irises. They're okay, although they've got some brown leaf spots.

The rest of the thinned-out irises. I don't think they're really loving it here, since they're all flopped over. I think I might have planted them too deeply, and definitely need to scoop mulch away from them. But there might also just be too many. Only 1 is putting up a bloom so far. 

The milkweed patch by the pond! 

The area with darker soil is where I painstakingly weeded and solarized all last summer, then spread wildflower seeds. Yup, it's mostly weeds coming up, along with a healthy dose of milkweed. I tried! (Never again - it's milkweed's land now.)

The willow tree that cracked in half and fell a couple of years ago is coming back gangbusters from its own stump! So glad we didn't bother trying to plant one. 

Trying to take pictures of the water's surface with my phone camera never works. But there are so many goldfish in there! And they love to hang out right on the surface, too. We saw the heron the other day, but he was immediately harassed by the songbirds since it's nesting season. 

Restart

 I started running a 12-week lifting program, a spinoff of GZCLP called the Rippler, back in mid January, and finally finished it in mid-May! And now immediately restarted it at (slightly) higher weights.

Squat: 95 —> 95

Deadlift:  125 —> 140

Bench:  75 —> 75

OHP: 55.5 —> 60

Not a huge amount of progress, though to be fair the calculated 1RM is higher for all of these but they suggest being conservative and skewing down; in the case of the bench, which I did today, the program calculates my 1RM as 82, so they assigned me 3x5 at 67.5, which was too much, so i dropped to 65 for the second two sets and reset my 1RM to 75.

My squats, on the other hand, are simply not good! I have tight hamstrings and not so much ankle mobility, but even using small plates to elevate my heels doesn’t help. You’d think having thicker legs and being female would help me here, but no. Definitely the exercise I like least.

The deadlift on the other hand is my favorite of the core  lifts, even as it is the one most likely to cause injury if I’m not paying total attention to form. Hopefully I will be on track to reach my body weight deadlift by the end of this cycle!

Pride and Prejudice

 

Definitely posted out of order, but Sara and I met up in Danbury last month to see the 20th anniversary screening of Pride and Prejudice! We saw it in Florence on Valentine’s Day 2006, along with seemingly every other American study abroad student. I’ve definitely watched since then, but I had forgotten how excellently made the whole film is. Seeing it at a cinema let you appreciate elements of set dressing and lighting that are really part of the background, but contribute so much to what the director Joe Wright in a brief foreword said was his desire to make it “gritty.” Usually I roll my eyes at that word, but it made sense here; period pieces are usually super cleaned up, and even the “poor” areas seem sort of sanitized for visual consumption.

Just went back to “the archive” to recover what I said about it then: “ In other news, Monday night we all went to see Pride and Prejudice at the English theater, along with Sara, her amusing friends, and about 100 other females, plus the odd unlucky male. I definitely didn't expect the movie to be as entertaining as it was, but I absolutely loved it! Carla said that it was one of the best movies she'd seen lately and I quite agree. It was funny, and had a lot more fun with sly jokes than the six hour series could manage. Mr Darcy was smoking, and even Keira Knightley I didn't hate quite as much as usual. There's something extremely enjoyable about watching such a film with your close friends and having the entire audience oooh and ahhh at the same favorite parts. Except for the end, where they apparently cut the kissing scene. So yes, I felt cheated that after a two hour romantic comedy it ends with a kiss ON THE HAND. Come on. Europeans love sex! What's the deal?”

Me, 20 years later: LOL

Garden Adventures

 I have to laugh at what I wrote in my last post, assuming I’d dug most of the giant rocks out of my new garden bed. Ha! Every time I’ve gone in there in the past couple of weeks - adding soil, digging weeds - what have I found but more rocks. Giant rocks! This continued even into my planting day with on Wednesday. Dig a plant role, find a rock or five.

About half of the plants I got from Prairie Meadow fit into this space - the center is butterfly weed, rudbeckia, and coneflower, with some grasses, mountain mint and a few others in there.

Amazingly, the 50-ft roll of fencing fit around the perimeter! It’s not terribly secure, just zip tied to garden stakes, but with any luck it will be a basic deterrent to the bunnies and squirrels. They have so much else to eat around here.

The rest of the plants were added to other beds; northern blazing star near the lilies, asters in the center circle, hairy beardtongue by the Great Turtle, and coreopsis right in front. None of these are getting any protection, simply because I am out of fencing. Sink or swim!!

None of the other beds have the same size of rocks, but rocks they have, plus random roots, etc. All told this tool me about five hours worth of work - and I still need to finish the mulching this weekend! At least my 100-foot hose can reach the new bed from the back porch, so it’s only the other smaller groupings that I have to carry water to. And today it will rain, so that’s one day of free watering!

ETA: and now post-mulch! We ordered five cubic yards this time, which translates to roughly a metric fuck-ton of mulch. Sean helped me distribute the remaining 2/3 of it yesterday. We thought we had over-ordered - no way we need this much even with the new beds! But by the time we were done we could have used justtttt a little bit more, haha.

New Beginnings!

 First of all, the important news: Sean got a job teaching Latin at Fairfield Prep, which he'll start in the fall! After all the toxicity, anxiety, and unhappiness of the last few years at Notre Dame, "relief" doesn't really begin to cover the emotions of the last few weeks. The world at large has never looked darker than it has in recent months, so it feels incredibly fortunate to have this kind of a bright spot appear. 

Ironically, we haven't had any chance to actually celebrate; Sean got sick, which turned into bronchitis, and I once again believed I'd avoided it, only to get sick a week later. Mine wasn't as bad as his, but I still cannot remember the last time a cold kicked my ass quite this hard. My last post was about my lifting progress, which was up to a 24-week stretch since the last time we both got sick. Honestly, considering that we both work in "group" settings, that's not that bad. But it has still sucked this week, even as it's made the unseasonably cold weekend easier to bear being stuck inside. We've tried making dinner reservations twice - cancelled. Tried to have the boys do their first sleepover - cancelled. 

What I have done is a little celebratory purchasing: namely, the Colossal Pollinator Garden Kit from Prairie Meadows - 50 seedlings! This is destined for our new garden bed along the retaining wall by the driveway. (Separately, I will be watching the progress of the native perennials I sowed by the pond in the fall, but those are far enough way, and on a slope, that I don't expect to be able to see much from the house). 

On a warm day back in October, I decided to start ripping out the creeping Charlie and assorted weeds growing along the rock wall, with vague plans of filling this in with native plants and bushes in the spring.

 

In late March, over the weekend in which we were pretty sure Sean was going to get offered the job but hadn't yet entered into the final panic of getting the verbal offer, waiting for the formal offer documents, signing them, etc. etc., we return to tackle bringing up the turf grass in the area. 

This involved removing a lot of dirt, after carefully shaking and removing as much as we could, and taking extra time to spare as many earthworms as possible. Oh, and removing rocks. SO MANY ROCKS. Not small ones, either, more like 5-10-15 pounders, which we tossed onto the existing rock pile at the end of the driveway (rather satisfying to heave a mini-boulder eight feet, I must say). Joe the neighbor came over to bring me a garden stool at one point, and I asked him if he knew where the rock pile even came from. He thought it might have been from when they dredged to make the pond decades ago. The rocks in the pile don't look like the darker rocks that come up in the soil, though - they look more quarried. So who knows.

Now, you'd think I'd make a decorative border for this new bed with free rocks from the rock pile I already have...but in the interest of it looking a bit more uniform, I ordered some concrete pavers and then dug a mini-ditch to bury them.

The current results:

This is awaiting new soil to bring the ground level up (you can't see it from here, but from the driveway the drop from the grass level to the current soil is 4 inches or so, because of all that we removed between dirt and rocks). Then we'll wait for the plant shipment, which they said could be anywhere from mid-April until May. We're going to be doing the biennial mulch refresh this spring, too, so this bed will get black mulch to match the others. 

The trick is going to be figuring out how to adapt the planting plan we're getting to the site we have. Obviously, our patch is an irregular triangle, as opposed to the neat rectangle shown below. Sean had to remind me of the actual formula for the area of a triangle (cough, math skills, cough), and I measured it at 90 sq ft, but part of it is occupied by the remains of that giant stump, which has den holes around it for who knows what critters. I'm also not willing to plant too near the wall, which has an outward bulge in it at the end; I don't want to add any additional weight that would cause that to fail. So that cuts down a bit on available space.

I would have bought the smaller garden kit that Prairie Meadows offers, but it was already sold out when I went to order, so I bought the big one for $200. I'll have to put some of these seedlings elsewhere - in the center circle, or in the side bed with the irises I transplanted in the fall. It needs to be full sun, so it's got to be on that side. Only 5 of these species are native to the Northeast, so I do feel a little bit of guilt about that. But figuring out the calculus of plant height, bloom time, and garden design entirely on my own just felt like too damned much, and after the stress of the previous few weeks, I just wanted to pull the trigger and get started. That's what we'll consider this: a starting point. Let's be real, not all of these plants are going to survive, so I'm sure there will be gaps to plant more natives in the future! In the meantime: forgive me, Doug Tallamy, for I have sinned!