A Time to Sow, a Time to Reap

I remember 20 years ago, planting the landscaping around the house, searching for ground covers that would fill in the blank spots, waiting through "the first year they sleep, the next year they creep, the third year they leap."

That rhyme doesn't continue on, but the verse 20 should be "the year they become invincible even though you spray them randomly with woody weed killer and mow them down with the hedge trimmer because they won't just stay in one spot already and stop trying to come into my house, you bastards."

Comments

[SurprisingWoman]

Amen Sistah Queen.

[Big Dot]

My knees are still complaining after I spend much longer than I wanted to crawling around on our roof at the corner where it's nearly 2 storeys off the ground, hacking back the vines that had sneaked underneath the tiles and out the other side. Bloody plants. I kept remembering a series of photos I saw years ago of a mushroom pushing its way through a concrete pavement. They're out to get us.

[TheQueen]

SurprisingWoman - Sing it girl.
Big Dot - Our wisteria made it into the attic and traveresed the entire house then almost came out the other side before we discovered its diabolic plan.

[Tami]

Here's my fabulous idea for ground cover where grass won't grow - colored concrete. It's brilliant, right?

[TheQueen]

Tami - Mom used astroturf in one spot in her garden. She claimed it was to make the leaves easier to blow out from under the Yew.