Steve and I had quite an adventure looking for galvanized tubs yesterday.
It was meant to be a quick run to an Ace hardware store to buy the ones I saw online there.
Turns out they didn’t have them. Change of plan.
The Continued Beautification Of The Yard:
So many people have stopped when they’re out walking their dog and complimented me on the yard.
It’s such a great way to meet people!
Yesterday morning a man walked by with his dog and stopped to talk about the yard.
I was bending over trying to pluck out the hundreds of weeds that have come up through the white gravel.
You see, I thought the landscaper laid some kind of weed barrier under the gravel so this wouldn’t happen.
But we had a bit of a language problem. So it is what it is.
The man who stopped to chat, whose name was Larry, said he’d just moved here with his wife in February. And that he knows Marie down at the corner.
But then everyone knows Marie.
Marie, who has rheumatoid arthritis, is the person quickly darting around picking up sticks and such on the ground. Always seeking to make this a better place.
I don’t know how Marie does all that she does. I’ll see her walking dogs for other people who can’t get around well.
She keeps Boomer for John when he has to travel. So add pet sitter to her list of accomplishments.
So now you see how everyone knows Marie.
Just Thinking Out Loud:
Anyway, I was thinking out loud about what I was going to do about all those weeds where the settee and potted tree currently are.
I mentioned my thought of getting galvanized containers and placing them into a configuration much like I had at the old apartment.
Right at the intersection of the sidewalks where many people pass by every day.
Still sort of thinking out loud, I said the problem would be getting heavy bags of soil for the containers out there.
Larry said: “I’ll come help with that. Just give Marie a call and she’ll tell me to get down here.”
Larry had been a complete stranger up until the last 15 minutes. But with Larry standing there with his dog on a leash agreeing with me, I figured this would be a good idea.
A Corner Where So Many Pass By:
That corner will become a place where people see pretty flowers and smell aromatic herbs as they pass by.
They won’t just pass by and admire my yard, but they’ll see and smell plants close to the sidewalk.
One thing I’m certain of is that weeds can’t come up through galvanized containers filled with dirt.
Some people deal with weeds with spades. I fight dirty when it comes to weeds that mar my yard.
I swear I pull a dozen out and three dozen weeds replace them before I’m even finished.
Just the idea of a summer of weed pulling drives me crazy. And I cannot just sit back and watch them coming up through the concrete gravel.
A true gardener cannot just ignore such a thing, now can they? Not without putting up a fight first.
I look out across the expanse of my yard and I don’t just see the settee and the Japanese Maple. I see a complete weed invasion.
I see the weeds growing under the wicker settee and I get angry. How dare they even grow under my settee!
So with my plan in mind, I realized that the settee has to be moved and my tree scooted over.
Lisa is moving in mid-July to the apartment on the other side of Steve. She had mentioned wanting some form of seating for her patio. But moving is an expensive endeavor.
So Lisa will get the settee. I have three wicker chairs on my patio and there’s not one bit of room for another seat.
The settee currently out by the sidewalk will be moved.
Weed-fighting galvanized tubs full of plants will take its place.
They will be the soldiers of my yard. Ready to fill their role in my fight against constantly sprouting weeds.
The Crazy Outing With Steve:
So on to what happened on the outing with Steve. He’d just gotten back from church and was planning to go work out when the Y opened at 1 p.m. It was just after noon.
But I told him this wouldn’t take long. I knew just what I wanted and it would only take about 30 minutes. And he’d be back to go work out, shower, and go out on his date.
And it turned into 3 frustrating hours.
But gardeners tend to persevere, don’t they? They don’t give up easily when they have a plan in mind.
Steve drove my car, and it’s a good thing, because I always have close to a full tank of gas. I’m OCD about it. And we sure ended up needing it yesterday afternoon.
We’d pulled off the road to come to some sort of decision moving forward. We knew that Sand Springs, a town just outside of Tulsa, has a Tractor Supply store.
And we were pretty sure if we could find galvanized tubs anywhere it would probably be at the Tractor Supply store. Kendra had bought her big tubs there during her vegetable gardening phase a few years ago.
When Things Go Awry:
The problem was, we couldn’t get out of town. Every street Steve went down ended up being blocked by police for some runner’s event.
We must have crossed the river 10 times trying to get out of Tulsa, and ended up in some sketchy areas too.
It was by then clear that he wasn’t going to make it to the Y to work out.
And by golly we’d gone to so much trouble Steve was adamant about finding the tubs now. It became a challenge.
We drove and turned around and drove some more and turned around many times. Policeman stood at intersections everywhere blocking off traffic for the running event we weren’t even aware of.
But finally we found a road out of town. It had only take a few hours of trying to find our way out.
We saw an Atwoods in Sand Springs and stopped there. They had huge galvanized containers, but not the size I needed.
Finally we found the Tractor Supply store.
They didn’t have galvanized tubs in the round 24 inch size I wanted. And I needed at least 3.
So I had to buy a collection of various sizes, even though they’re smaller than I wanted. After all we’d had to do to get there, I certainly wasn’t going home empty handed.
After that we zipped home without any further problems. Steve drilled holes in the bottoms of my motley crew of galvanized containers and headed home.
Marie is planning to go to Southwood nursery with me today after her physical therapy appointment.
I’m going to put my walking boot on and visit the big nursery I’ve always loved. I haven’t been able to go there in a long time.
I’ve been gaining stamina and balance, so we’re going to give it a try. And there are always benches to sit on here and there at that nursery. With lots of sights to see while seated and resting.
I seem to be past the point (crossed fingers) when it was a struggle to get out of the car and up on the curb. That was taxing and hard to do for so long.
Galvanized Tubs Full Of Plants:
At the intersection of sidewalks, there will be tubs full of plants for the people who pass by. And of course for me!
They will be doing double duty as a sentry against the abomination of weeds that have sprouted. Soldiers in formation doing their part.
I’m determined to find a way to cover much of the ground so I won’t be constantly pulling weeds.
At the old place my gardening space was all concrete. I had many pots of containers and never had to worry about weeds.
And you know, I miss my galvanized tubs I had arranged there full of flowers and herbs. So I’ll have a similar arrangement here.
A Detour Maze:
Steve and I went through a 3 hour detour maze trying to get out of town that we’ll not soon forget. But joked the whole way and sort of had fun doing it.
I told him during the drive that it felt like we were in a Stephen King book.
Think about it:
People in a car who can’t get out of town. A road block at every intersection.
It did kind of feel like we were doomed on our mission. Or there was an unseen force keeping us from getting out of town.
Story From The Tractor Supply Store:
I have a story from the Tractor Supply store that I heard while Steve stood in line with my credit card to pay. When I found some nearby feed bags to sit and rest on.
A man standing nearby looked over at my walking boot and said: “Been there, done that.”
Stories Of War:
He said on his first day on the ground in Iraq, he broke the tip of his fibula. The entire 11 months he was there, he told me, he had to wear a walking boot.
Steve’s a veteran. He was a helicopter pilot in Vietnam. I’ve heard lots of stories about soldiers and war.
I think of all the men and women who don’t come home. Who go to foreign places and have plans for when they get home. And then many never make it out alive.
There are so many stories about conflict and wars.
Steve paid for me and we headed to the car. As I was getting into the passenger seat, I saw the man walking past with his purchases.
I told him I was glad that he made it out of Iraq, and that I was thankful for his service.