Patches
I try to make the best of this nothing-interesting-to-do-ness but honestly, it gets to me sometimes. I am so bloody bored today!!! Nothing good on tv….imagine me, settling on discovery channel for some culinary history just for some high. No, more like a third-hand high. Well, I did some gardening and am quite proud of myself. Did I mention I made a big joke last time I did some gardening?
Yeah, so I made a mountain of dirt, shaped it and called it a whale. Then I bought some carpet grass and planted them on the whale in patches. It is only natural then to call it ‘Patches’. Read it with me now, say, ‘paht-chuzzz’…no, no, pucker up and say ‘-chuzzzz’…yeah, like that…hahaha
But today, today, I didn’t want it to be a joke. So, I planned, strategized and executed with care. I executed alright, albeit not so brilliantly. Ok, so I made a mess……
You see, I just refuse to do the normal gardening. The one where a middle-aged woman sits quietly near a flower bed weeding gently, well, and humming a song or something…..then trying to stand up later to cranky knees and dizziness due to blood rush. No, that’s not my way of doing things.
Usually, my work involves machineries and lots of them…..because I just like to complicate things to look cool. In this case, since I can’t get my hands on some cool machineries, I took hold of some gardening tools. There is the rake, the spade, the hoe (though pronounced somewhat like ‘whore’, it is, I promise, not related to the latter) and the wheelbarrow. What I wanted to do was uproot the grass of an area and replace them with carpet grass. This is because they’ve grown too long and my dad couldn’t be arsed to trim them. So, as a one-shot solution, I decided to plant short grass.
*omg, sean paul is playing right now. Can anybody actually understand what’s he trying to say? I can only catch certain words…and assume the best.*
Well, I’ve uprooted the grass with the hoe (cangkul) and notice that a lot of soil is stuck to the roots. Trying to salvage these soil, I piled the whole bunch of them and filled the wheelbarrow with water. Using the rake, I kinda sieved the grass away from the soil cause the soil will eventually be washed off and sink to the bottom. Well smartass, what to do with the remaining slurry?
Guess what I did?
Before that, here’s an insight to how my mind works. Everything should return to wherever they came from. That’s my mantra at the time.
So I poured the whole load onto the bare ground. It bloody flooded. So, the ground does not absorb as well as I thought it should. Hahahahah…..you should see my dad’s reaction. Mind you, a whole wheelbarrow load of water+mud slurry is A LOT to a 7×4 feet area.
Well, I’m not so clueless now. So I reduced the amount of water to add and made some more mess. Gardening is hard work. I have to clear a whole 19×13ft area. Though it sounds little, it’s actually quite a lot. And my limbs ache like shit…..a telltale of how little I did for the past few days.
And shaking the soil off the roots is not an option, cos it’s tedious and so uncool.
