Today, we heard that the City of Oakland approved our application for the permits needed to replace our foundation.
This means that the jack-hammering commences tomorrow!
And that means that the plants growing next to our foundation needed to be moved, pronto! Of course, today was hot, hot, hot, and not a good day for transplanting anything. But it was either move the plants in the heat, or watch them get trampled and jack-hammered.
The soil next to the house is the stuff of gardeners' dreams, black, friable, just lovely. Digging out these plants (which I think are Calla Lilies) was insanely easy. Replanting them was another story. The soil in my back yard is hard-packed silt, with the density of stone. I think that digging through the sidewalk might have been easier than digging in this soil. But it had to be done.
While I was at it, I also tackled the pathetically overgrown mass of Naked Ladies. (What did you think this blog post was about, anyway?) These bulbs were in miserable condition, strangling on each other. I broke the clump of bulbs apart, as best as I could and replanted them with lots of breathing room.
The more I work in this garden, the more I wonder: When was the last time someone took care of this place? I cannot believe the sad, neglected state of this garden.