Spring Has Sprung

Spring has sprung, springing a bit early and catching me by surprise. Say what you want about global warming – I think it is true. This is the second spring in the row where spring has come early and caught me with seeds in hand, gardens unprepared to grow – still ground mulched for winter warming of the plants underneath – now smothering those plants trying to grow . . .

There was no winter this year to speak of.  Just a few cold nights that I know.  The days were quite warm enough, never less than fifty or so.  And the warm weather’s arrived early – and, I suspect, the rains with it.  Soon it will become dry.

And that’s the thing: I gotta get my gardens ‘prepared’, new ones opened up and laid in (it’s for the benefit of easier mowing and reduced weed eating down the road – something that tears my back and shoulder up due to my disability, courtesy of the Marine Corps).  I’ve got a hundred foot long rose garden – it used to have thirty-two separate varieties of roses – that ran along my frontage – that, and white dogwoods sunk root deep in pink azaleas – some of them eight foot tall (the azaleas, that is).  Trouble is the city came along, paved our road – destroyed the azaleas and trees, and uproots anything that grows in that ditch of theirs that now owns the frontage area – impossible to mow and given my disability, a problem with the weed eater because I have to climb in.  And the floods that came – fifteen of them in just five years!  Flooding my yard with mud . . . killed all my koi fish, ruined my front pond, silt destroyed the pumps – and the city said (get this – at a council meeting no less): “Well, it might be our fault (for allowing the contractor to strip the land, and allowing the civil engineering firm to overlook some very obvious errors and problems) – but YOU have to deal with it since it’s on your land.”

They also told me they were “100 year floods”.  I told them if that is so, then I must be fifteen hundred years old – plus some – given those floods.  I have abated them . . . so far.  A lot of work, building berms, moving mulch, repairing damage . . . this year I cleared out the weeds again along that ancient garden (which still has some roses, by the way – surprisingly so) – and planted marigold, sunflower, and zinnia seed – thick, so hopefully they’ll help choke out the summer weeds that are bound to grow.  We do that every year: harvest the seeds in the fall (except for the sunflower, we leave that for the birds) – and plant every spring.  We usually get about a shopping bag full of marigold seed, and half as much zinnia – which brings the butterflies in.  WE are very into that thing (thinking of Oz Land right now) – the flowers and the daises.  BUT . . . that frontage is an eyesore, and every time I plant a seed they come and tear it up ‘out there’ beyond our fence – we’ll see.  But it’s not damage I can repair.

Speaking of damage: our dogs “Dig” and “Chew” – I am SO sick of them I am going to get rid of them (I think).  I went down to my shop today – and the entrance had all but caved in.  They dug a great big pit in the ramp to get in and out the door (you need that) – collapsing a four foot by six foot long retaining wall – and one side of the wisteria arbor – and then picking up and cleaning up the mess (the wall was all a jumble of block) – a block fell on my foot – on the TOP no less, corner first – at a distance of about twelve inches – but on a bared foot top (we were wearing cheap chinese sandals) – it HURTS.

Over a hundred dollars of damage, if not more.  Add this to the other $3200 or so in the past three years.  I blame them because they are FEMALE.  I’ve never owned female dogs before – always male ones.  And I’ve had thirteen previous dogs – and NONE of them have been this bad.  They keep us up all night (when their names change from “Dig” and “Chew” to “Bark” and “Howl”) – even with our earplugs in sometimes.  My other dogs (all male – again, I want you to note that thing) – never had these problems beyond one or two years old.  Only these two do.  And the only difference I see in them versus any other mutt I’ve adopted is that these two are female – and while more ‘loving’ and affectionate than the males, they are definitely not nearly as aggressive (they bark at us and not at strangers, for instance – wanting attention, you see, LOL’ing!) – and they are useless as alarm dogs.  And then there’s the damage sort of thing.  We’re hitting it close to four thousand dollars over a period of four years – and we haven’t even repaired all the damage that they’ve done (can’t afford to).

But our garden . . . sighing . . . the reason we can’t have one out back?  Ol’ “Dig” and “Chew” – who messed up our garden so bad (this was the one for the vegetables) last year that our wife (a farmer’s daughter) finally called it quits.  We didn’t get a thing.  The broke down the fence and trompled the garden good – romped through everything, dug great big holes, ruined the watering system – and we’ve been without that ‘fresh food’ in our freezer ever since.  I kinda miss that stuff.  And the wife?  She won’t plant a weed back in there (where there is nothing else growing but a GREAT big hole – really, a huge one, twenty or thirty feet wide) – until the dogs are gone.

Me?  I wanna just put a pellet through their head – but then that’d be something else to do.  Maybe pound “Dig’s” paws until they are too sore for her to use them anymore . . . and we already have to keep “Chew” in a muzzle (especially at night, when she turns into “Bark Bark Bark All Night Long”).  Had their throats ‘cut’ (vocal cords) – but the vet didn’t do it right (the way we did in the animal labs one time – but that was for the Army, a whole different sort of thing – but THAT method worked like a charm and they never grew back in  . . .)

sigh . . . we gotta lot of work to do . . . under the deck looks like the dark side of the moon – heavily cratered.  Nothing like working in a hunched over position moving dirt . . . I had enough of that as a child – and in the Marines.  (Yes, and I MEAN that: as a child . . . humping dirt in a low tunnel.  Maybe sometime I’ll tell that old thing . . . sorta sad sometimes about it, tho’ . . . sad thing to be had.)

and still holding them damned seeds.


About jeffssong

JW is an adult childhood abuse survivor with DID*. He grew up in a violent family devoid of love and affection. He is a military brat and veteran. He no longer struggles with that past. In 1976 JW began writing "The Boy". It took 34 years to complete. It is currently on Kindle (http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004T3IVKK ), or if you prefer hard copy, on Amazon ( http://www.amazon.com/Boy-J-W/dp/1461022681). JW resides somewhere in the deep South. He is disabled and living with family. Note: Please feel free to take what you need; all is free to all. With that in mind, keep it that way to others. Thank you. We have 3 Blogs - One for our younger days, 0-10 (The Little Shop of Horrors); one for our Teen Alter and his 'friends' (also alters) with a lot of poetry; and finally "my" own, the Song of Life (current events and things)
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4 Responses to Spring Has Sprung

  1. The Hobbler says:

    Sorry about the dogs. We had two like that for a little while, but we got rid of them as my disability got worse. Your garden sounds beautiful, aside from the dog stuff and the city stuff. I love spring…restarting, new beauty around every corner.


  2. subtlekate says:

    Autumn here, which I enjoy, but like your winter, we had no summer to speak of.


  3. Michael says:

    Link to stopping dogs from digging. Never had to deal with it so I do not know if it is bullshit or not.


    Consider you are going to kill them sooner of later and sooner might be better. It is your environment too.

    I hope to do a raised garden this year. The 3000 sq foot ones are in the past for me. I did love doing it with the emphases on the did. I am going to the a guy that has a portable saw mill and use those slabs to construct. I have a source of manure. I am going to find some dirt somewhere.

    That is if the work of healing does not get in the way. Nothing for that.


    • jeffssong says:

      Thank you for the link! The best thing we’ve found thus far for ‘stopping’ dogs from digging is to fill the hole, adding their feces, and then a layer of sod or dirt on top. Dogs don’t dig their own feces. However, we’d have to ‘seed’ the whole yard with dog poop to get the job done!

      We won’t kill them, tho’ there’ve been times we wanted to. We don’t beat them or punish them ‘after the fact’. It does no good unless you can catch them in the act. We DO use doggie psychology though. We learned a lot in the military – both as a child and an adult (okay, teen, working in the animal labs) – and our dad made us study animal psychology for a quarter . . . then there was the ‘military training course’ (6 months on how to train an animal, especially a dog). It is not a matter of force; it is a matter of ‘them’ seeing you as the Alpha. Means rolling them on the back, seizing their throat (we have been known to chew, LOL – back in the old days of fighting dogs and dominating them …. military thing, ya know – makes the dog ‘your friend’ done right, LOL! (Converting German guard dogs into weapons was one thing; converting our own into nicely sweet tempered dogs? It’s in their nature, as is digging, chewing, barking, howling, et all. LOL!)

      We have 2 veggie gardens: the “Salad Garden” planted right outside the kitchen door (tomatoes, onions (chives & big ‘uns), peppers & so) – and the “Big One” – about 6000 s.f. – which is the one the dogs destroyed. I am working on a two-year plan to get it back into use – gonna need some topsoil brought in. A lot of work, hard given my back, nerve damage in connective tissue (from being ripped apart too much, right hand side plus spine). … LOL. We do what we can do. BUT … we have taken a pause in our therapy … getting ‘time’ to move on. WE have a major ‘roadblock’ and have some major difficulties at this time, but nothing we can’t get control of. (Hoping, LOL!)


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