Back in mid-April, I participated in the exciting Landscape Committee of my Homeowner Association, where we helped decide on some improvements to the rather unattractive plantings near the Bobcat Lair house. Then nothing happened. For weeks.
Last week we got a note from The Portal (that’s the communications hub of the HOA that people either love or hate) saying that something had happened to the landscaper, but the project would happen soon.
It’s happening!
When I went out for my morning Vlassic walk yesterday, some orange lines had appeared on the ugliest of the beds, the one right next to my house with the underground utility and phone line boxes on it. Ooh!
Then, last night, as we were lounging on the deck (not drinking wine, believe it or not), a man came by and said he’d be marking utility lines and didn’t want to surprise us.
This morning, yep, he’d applied spray paint rather liberally. He seemed especially determined to mark the stump of the red-tipped photinia we’d cut down a few years ago. He also marked some of the rocks. I guess the rocks are going, anyway?
I know my next-door neighbor, Ruth, will be happy to see the dwarf nandina she loathes so much finally go. I’ll miss the volunteer crape myrtle that has been there so long it’s even started blooming. At least it’s colorful.
There are no signs of activity on the larger bed across the street from the Bobcat Lair, other than yesterday morning some workers were lounging on the little retaining wall. The plans for that one are to cut down a very large volunteer crape myrtle (it’s way too close to the road) and put in some attractive bushes that deer don’t like to eat. We’ll see.
And yes, that’s the most excitement I could drum up for today, though we DO have book club tonight! We’re talking about the Educated book, finally.
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