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muckefuckSo, as per usual, the "resolution" of the garden plot question at the meeting ten days ago left something to be desired, which is the polite way of that North Korea is better at keeping to an agreement than my condomates. Not wanting to see a situation like last year, where Crazy Neighbour Lady's weed patch became a severely neglected weed patch until I stepped in, I asked about arrangements for the Other Gay Couple's plot (along with the adjoining one they had taken over by default). They assented to having me assume responsibility for weeding it and Scooter told me to go ahead and plant what I wanted. So I did.
One week later, I came back to find almost everything I'd done that day undone: They'd pulled up the rosebush they'd previously asked us to care for and, in the process, stomped the emerging mâche flat. The two pots I'd sown with catnip were gone (leaving just the one pot I'd left alone) as was the volunteer purslane I was letting alone as an experiment, and the parsley patch was torn apart so they could stick it full of half-dead herbs from their pots on the deck. You could hardly have done a more effective job with malice aforethought. Still, as pissed as I was, I took the blame on myself for having trusted them to take note of where I'd tilled and not having taken one of them aside to point out where not to step.
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monshu and I visited Gethsemane again yesterday and I left with two packets of mesclun mix and some buckwheat. The plan today was to wait out the morning rain, put a few things in the ground, and then head to the Bucktown Art Fair. But the morning rain became afternoon rain, and the GWO spent it getting chores done while I gazed wistfully out the windows. At some point, I couldn't stand it any more and went out to rip the lambsquarters in the parkway, but I soon retreated inside.
About an hour ago, the rain having slowed to a drizzle, I ventured out again and got to work weeding, tilling, and sowing. Now there's spicy mix in CNL's old spot, mild mix between the mâche remnants and the lovage, and buckwheat everywhere else, including a strip of parkway at the corner. While we're still waiting to see if some agency will come along and mess with it, I decided we should be growing something there besides crabgrass. Buckwheat does well in poor soil, grows densely enough to smother weeds, and can be ploughed over at the end of the season to enrich the soil.
The OGC, btw, left without saying goodbye. Although we never became friends, they were always friendly enough with us that I thought we had some kind of rapport. Guess I was the only one who thought so. Meanwhile, Scooter seems to have become, if anything, even more standoffish whilemonshu and I are getting increasing fed up with his family drama playing out on the common deck. But the worse new development is their sullen fourteen year-old's sudden intense interest in entertaining boys out there at all hours. But that really merits its own rant.
One week later, I came back to find almost everything I'd done that day undone: They'd pulled up the rosebush they'd previously asked us to care for and, in the process, stomped the emerging mâche flat. The two pots I'd sown with catnip were gone (leaving just the one pot I'd left alone) as was the volunteer purslane I was letting alone as an experiment, and the parsley patch was torn apart so they could stick it full of half-dead herbs from their pots on the deck. You could hardly have done a more effective job with malice aforethought. Still, as pissed as I was, I took the blame on myself for having trusted them to take note of where I'd tilled and not having taken one of them aside to point out where not to step.
Besides, seeds are cheap, so
monshu and I visited Gethsemane again yesterday and I left with two packets of mesclun mix and some buckwheat. The plan today was to wait out the morning rain, put a few things in the ground, and then head to the Bucktown Art Fair. But the morning rain became afternoon rain, and the GWO spent it getting chores done while I gazed wistfully out the windows. At some point, I couldn't stand it any more and went out to rip the lambsquarters in the parkway, but I soon retreated inside.About an hour ago, the rain having slowed to a drizzle, I ventured out again and got to work weeding, tilling, and sowing. Now there's spicy mix in CNL's old spot, mild mix between the mâche remnants and the lovage, and buckwheat everywhere else, including a strip of parkway at the corner. While we're still waiting to see if some agency will come along and mess with it, I decided we should be growing something there besides crabgrass. Buckwheat does well in poor soil, grows densely enough to smother weeds, and can be ploughed over at the end of the season to enrich the soil.
The OGC, btw, left without saying goodbye. Although we never became friends, they were always friendly enough with us that I thought we had some kind of rapport. Guess I was the only one who thought so. Meanwhile, Scooter seems to have become, if anything, even more standoffish while
monshu and I are getting increasing fed up with his family drama playing out on the common deck. But the worse new development is their sullen fourteen year-old's sudden intense interest in entertaining boys out there at all hours. But that really merits its own rant.