This is what my garden looks like at this late date - note the fluffy mounds of wiregrass in what should be a neatly groomed blueberry patch.
The benches look picturesque and "gardeny" but two are made of logs and became the home for a bee nest last summer, so I'm leery of sitting on them. The third (on the right) was built by my daughter and is solid as a rock -and heavy as one too. It'll last forever and bees don't care for it since it's treated wood.
On a pole between two of the benches is a wooden garden box built by my DH and meant to be a place to stash my gloves, trowel, possibly even a cold drink hidden away from the bees. It needs to be sprayed at least twice a year - once in spring to keep spiders from nesting there, and again in mid-summer, to dash the spiders hopes again when they stop by just to check and make sure.
It occurs to me I may sound phobic about insects.
It's not like we don't have brown recluse spiders, black widow spiders, and many different kinds of wasps/hornets/bees that nest in the eaves/in the yucca/in the walkway/in the ground.
And then there's the praying mantis (did you know they bite?). (I would never dream of hurting one of them, but I am careful when reaching into plants).
I'm thinking I definitely am phobic about the insects.
Mom to an 20-yr-old. After 10 years of homeschool/unschooling adventure she's now working her magic in college. Following a 15 year stint in the corporate sales world, I've spent the last 11 years as an online bookseller with my pup Chewy (Chewybooks on Amazon, Chewyboo on ebay), previous to that I managed a bachelors degree from a radical college, built a small greenhouse 2 years ago and 500 gallon rain barrel system last year.