It seems appropriate to title this post with the lyrics from Joni Mitchell for two reasons: It was a glorious, rain-free weekend made for gardening, and it was the 40th anniversary of Woodstock which took place in Bethel, NY, about twenty minutes from where I live.
I have owned my country home—that I christened Trout House—for four years and am convinced that, had I been keeping a diary, more entries than not would have begun...'Dear Diary, it rained today!' But this summer has been unusually wet and cold, as anyone living in the northeast can attest. While I was convinced it was a result of changing weather patterns (you know…the vanishing glaciers…the rising ocean water temperatures…the vanishing bees, etc.), a Woodstock documentary filmed 40 years ago revealed that of the 26 days the show producers were in Bethel, 21 days saw rain. So much for climate change!
As for getting back to the garden, this weekend I was able to resume my project of removing a patch of ground cover (pacasandra?...I think not!) that has become weed-riddled and overrun. I want to clear it away and plant grass so that I can extend the yard and keep it maintained with greater ease. The ground cover was planted by the previous owners so it's had plenty of time to grow a dense network of underground roots. I know that if I don’t remove every trace, it will resurface next summer with my newly planted grass. So it was digging, separating, and digging some more to remove the culprit and make way for what I hope—by summer’s end—will be a patch of beautiful green lawn. Weather permitting, of course.