Through heat and humidity and even a little drizzle, my dear wife Karen and I finished the weekend mission in the front yard of our Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood.
All we needed was a spade, wheelbarrow, potting mixture, wanna, a metaphorical X to mark the spot and, the star of the show.
Click on any photo in a gallery for a description.
After the careful planning, I grabbed the shovel and started the digging. Karen had researched how large she wanted this hole to be: About twice the size of the ball left with our new addition.
My first task was to remove the grass from the spot. I attempted to keep the chunks as big as possible, and Karen carried them to spots — mostly in Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle’s backyard domain — that could use a little turf-building.
Then the real work started. I knew I needed to make this hole as deep as the ball of the new arrival, and also loosen the earth underneath that depth for a good bit of breathing room as well.
I removed two wheelbarrows worth of earth to the most remote spot we could find in the backyard. I filled a third as it rained upon us. It was quite a hole.
Much to my surprise and delight, Karen said she thought I’d gone deep enough with my digging. We carefully dropped our new baby down to check. And my dear wife was right.
Purchased the day before on our return trip to Hafner’s Garden Center in North Syracuse, the little Snow Fountain was almost ready for its new location.
We bettered its odds by filling the bottom of the hole with half a bag of Miracle Gro potting mix, full of nutrients and stuff trees and plants love. Then Karen added the remaining half bag to our earth taken out of the hole.
This we placed around the Snow Fountain in the hole. OK, I had to go back to the pile out back for more of our dirt. Twice. I tilted the wheelbarrow, and Karen placed and patted, gently, until she was satisfied. It had stopped raining. She watered with the garden hose.
I asked for my picture to be taken with our new arrival. After our several hours of hard work, my dear wife politely declined my request to pose.
Yes, in the two weeks since our scouting trip to check out the various species of cherry trees, we’d changed our minds about the size and where we wanted to put our piece of the memory of our Easter Weekend getaway to Washington D.C. 2015. Instead of a bigger Snow Fountain that would grow taller than the fence that borders Good Neighbor Tim and his Wonderful Wife Lorraine’s backyard, we picked the small version up front instead.
We don’t have to worry about Ellie B digging it up. We became more and more enamored with the thought of its white petals taking their spot in the blooming rotation between the yellow forsythia and pink crabapple, with the bright fuchsia peony on deck.
It gives depth to the front of our Little Bitty. We hope.
Here’s the link to my post about cherry tree picking.
Here’s the link to my post about our trip to the Cherry Blossom Festival in Washington, D.C.
What’s the biggest hole you’ve dug, and for what? (OK to think metaphorically. Would you have stayed with the backyard spot or gone with the front, and why? What’s your favorite photo, and why?