When in doubt, I cover a problem area with rocks. The bigger the rocks, the better. No worries about watering, or winter hardiness.
The southern third of the native-grass lawn has turned into one of the ugliest areas in the garden, made even uglier by the persistence of stupid Poa annua (the green stuff), and the bird feeder hanging directly above it. I hit my head on the bird feeder just today, and half the seed dropped to the ground.
I happened to have some extra rocks handy, so I carried them over to this spot. “Carried” is an exaggeration; judging from the way my body responded when I tried to lift them, they each weigh over 150 pounds, so I rolled them by their edges.
See? Instant beautification.
The rocks had served as edging for yet another hideous area of the garden, the pool. Aside from the fact that, as I mentioned a while ago, it’s covered with algae and smells most of the year, having a pool in a climate this dry now just seems odd to me. I try desperately not to be odd.
I dug the pool and installed the liner; my success in preventing creases is quite evident in the picture below. The sides were too steep as well. I’m not sure why my wife let me do all this; maybe she felt sorry for me, since she did all the construction in the garden. The dog, who was raised on a farm and came to his new home reeking of goat poop, jumped into the pool minutes after his arrival, but he hasn’t shown any interest in it since then.
I guess the metal dragonfly can stay where it is. I was going to drain the pool tomorrow, using a bucket, but now I don’t feel like it. If it ever stops snowing (two feet predicted next week), the water will evaporate in no time. That leaf visible under the water is an unhappy variegated Iris pseudacorus, which spends the winter lying on its side at the bottom, in a slime-covered pot. The whole thing reminds me of the tar pits in Los Angeles, which I used to love to visit when very young, except that the pools of tar were even more sinister looking.
Back to the rocks, I set them in a manner reminiscent of a similar formation I saw while on holiday in the Julian Alps many summers ago. That’s how I do everything.