Blue Ridge Country - May/June 2018 - 62
SINGING IN THE GARDEN
faint onto the lawn at the slightest provocation.
By year four, I gave up on lining flower beds. I was
too busy cleaning up the mess left by all my other attempts.
Fast forward to now. I have been gardening for 30
years and I've learned that the easiest way for me to
maintain a neat border and my sanity is to use a tool
designed specifically for that purpose. Not surprisingly,
it's called an "edger." Like a pizza cutter on steroids, its
effect with one pass down the front of each bed is to cut
away sod in a neat strip that I lift away
and toss into my compost pile. I
work without gloves so I can
absorb some of those happy
Now, my flower beds
are edgy, and I am not.
Two gifts for the price
of one. My frugal hubby and I both agree:
It doesn't get
In my third year of edging experiments I settled on
using wooden railroad ties. At least, that was my plan.
But, when you're married to a frugal farmer, tradition
demands that you use something free and at hand. Railroad ties didn't fall into that category. What we did have
were some discarded round fence posts.
Hubby and I spent a weekend lining my flowerbeds
with horizontal layers of stacked posts. Actually, he
spent time lining them and I spent time pointing out
why this was not a great solution. Two thirds of the way
into our project, we ran out of the long
spikes we were using to hold the
whole rickety thing together.
Adhering to our principles
of never buying anything
if you can find a good
substitute left us with an
unfinished bed, mostly
held together with the
of gravity. The horizontal posts remind me of
southern belles. They
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