But all that good work created a much higher maintenance demand. Either I had to improve my relationship with the lawn and shrubs (hereinafter referred to as "the garden") or I would see the look slide into mediocrity or worse. And I was a Springs boy, having lived in this town from a tiny baby, taking absences only for college and law school, a year in New York City, and a year in a duplex east of the Gables, until we bought our first house back in the Springs. A Springs boy takes care of his own lawn, and makes it at least better than average. Furthermore, we had invested hard-earned cash with the landscaper, who pulled up all the grass and weeds, covered the ground with rich dirt, and then laid on top big squares of new St. Augustine, adding all sort of plants around the base of the house and along the back border of the lawn, lovingly surrounding those plants with a flatbed worth of 2 cubic feet bags of brown mulch he had trucked in. This would take a lot of work to keep up, and what was I going to do?
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Thanks a lot, Joe.
So, this blog post is an introduction to my story of trans-planting Joe's secret to my new garden. Personally.