Ani Reviews: Hellstrip Gardening
Alrighty homies here's another Informal Book Review. This is the second time I've done a book review, but I hope this is helpful!
[Photo ID: a book, titled "Hellstrip Gardening: Create a paradise between the sidewalk and the curb" by Evelyn J. Hadden (Author of Beautiful No-Mow Yards) With photographs by Joshua McCullough, Foreword by Lauren Springer Ogden]
Out of the seven books I checked out from the library this round, I picked this one second because not only was I looking forward to the read, but so were some friends in my gardening server! Its one of, if not the longest book in the stack--the main contents are 279 pages total--but its definitely well worth the read! You can see where I live blogged it here.
The inspiration and energy in this book is potent! By the time I finished reading the foreword and the introduction, I was already dreaming up new gardening projects to work on next spring, and that energy stayed up all the way until the end! It definitely helps that the photos in this book are absolutely gorgeous! Seriously, even if you aren't wanting to make a front yard garden, I'd recommend this book for cool garden photos alone! This is another one of those books that's way more relevant if you're the home owner, or a landscaper (or just got permission from your parents to do some front yard gardening), but even still so much of the advice in this book is great for just about any kind of gardening as well! Between beautiful photos of front yard gardens others have already done, tons of encouragement and advice on how to handle anything from trees to poor soils to outdated laws and HOA boards, and a deluge of plant recommendations for different grow zones and purposes, it's definitely a valuable resource!
After the introduction, this book is separated into four major sections referred to as Parts. There's Inspirations, Situations, Creation, and Curbside-Worthy Plants. If you're looking for ideas on what a converted yard can look like, Inspirations and Creation is the place to go. If you're unsure how to do so with any specific circumstances you may be facing, Situations is the section for you. So on and so forth. All in all, between the gorgeous photos, and the amazing content, this was a fairly quick read for me!
I will say, this is a book aimed directly for gardeners in the US. While some of the general advice might be good for people abroad, at the end of the day its a book written in an American perspective for gardeners in America. That being said, it focuses on America as a whole--so if you're hoping for a dedicated section on how to do what you want in your state specifically, you might get lucky, you might get unlucky. I know the example garden for my state wasn't anything I'd be excited about, meanwhile there's three sample gardens for Minnesota (two in Minneapolis) and there's only twelve sample gardens in the book! Also, if you're looking for a book to tell you to only ever use native plants in your garden, this isn't the one--the book will eagerly encourage you use native plants, and will implore you to remove any invasive plants that may be on your property, but is also more than welcome to recommending well behaved non-native plants. Let it be known that I don't think this is a problem at all! But if you're picky about that, I'm just letting that be known.
Oh and also one final note. The book is called Hellstrip Gardening, and it does talk about hellstrips, but it doesn't only talk about hellstrips. A good chunk of the example gardens don't even have hellstrips. This book talks plenty about full yard transformation! Which I find fantastic and enlightening! If you're looking for a book that's only about hellstrips, though, this isn't it.
All in all, this is an amazing book with amazing photos, 10/10 could probably show to someone to get them to see the light of front yard gardens.
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Silent giggles ring deep in his chest as he presses the palm of his hand tightly over his mouth. It's late. He's not really allowed to be up late, and he delights in this knowledge.
It's not that he indulges in mischief often. Tulpa is nothing if not a good child. Eager to learn, never one to be contrary, and above all else mindful of treating others kindly rather than taking pleasure in being purposefully naughty like some of the other kids in town.
But even he gets his moments of boyish boldness. Even he has the sudden urge to go wandering off on little adventures.
Socked feet tiptoing along as he avoids every creaky floorboard, the groaning steps on the stairs, keeps himself flat to walls and an eye on all hiding places. He smiles behind his hand, keeping himself as quiet as possible.
His many ba'vodu'e have sharp hearing. Always alert. He's learned to sneak past them with relative ease.
It's his father he never manages to creep away from unnoticed. He always knows. He always finds him.
But tonight he hasn't come stalking out of his room yet. Steps quiet enough not to disturb his siblings, but also loud enough to let him know he's on the prowl. His father never admits it, but he gets a thrill out of it too.
Tonight Tulpa thinks he might have won their little game of cat and mouse. The victory tastes sweet in the back of his throat, and the smile on his face threatens to split it in half.
Until he finds his father seated at the kitchen table. Knuckles white around the mug he's clasping far too tightly, half its contents spilled on the tablecloth. Eyes vacant and shiny with shedding tears that leave tracks on his much too pale face. There is this look of indescribable sorrow on his face, as if the world itself has crumpled around him and he's been forced to do nothing more than watch.
He doesn't blink. Doesn't see or hear Tulpa, even as he stands there with nowhere to hide. He doesn't move an inch. His father the statue with an intricate V carved on his face.
Ice prickling his heart and creeping up his spine, Tulpa sneak-runs back down the hall, up the stairs, to his room and into his bed. He clings tightly to a very confused Dog once he's got his bedsheets over the both of them. His heart beat so loud in his own ears that it drowns out the concerned croaking.
The haunted look on his father's face keeps him awake all night.
He doesn't feel mischievous for a very long while after that...
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Had a harrowing start to my day today. My pain meds give me more nightmares then usual and last night I had this terrible awful nightmare where I was so paranoid that someone was going to break into my room and kill me that I sort of half-woke up still feeling terrified and anxious that someone was going to break in until I was able to reassure myself that the doors were locked and I was safe... then I really did wake up only to find my bedroom door open and my heart fucking dropped... until I turned to the side and saw someone had let my dog upstairs and he got into my room 😭
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Funniest thing to me about Bee slowly morphing to become my sona is that like. If I chose a fursona it wouldn't be Bee. If I made a Bugsona I wouldn't choose a bee.
Bees aren't even my favorite minecraft mob
I literally just made a mc skin one day because I wanted to make a bee in a fancy coat and then the first time I got an ask I went 'yikes I don't have a sona yet and can't draw people! Uh! Bug!' And now I'm here
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Things That Stick In My Brain:
So you may or may not know that I, at one point, was studying accounting. I fully intended to work in taxes. I was very good in my tax law class.
Anyway. Another class I took was Auditing (fun fact: the government isn't the only entity that will audit you; businesses regularly hire outside auditors to go over the books). The professor in that course had started his career in India. He told us a fun story about a time the firm he worked for was doing an audit at a remote location. They stayed in the company dormitories and had the option to bus in with the employees to the company HQ.
The bus they rode was a 30 minute ride around the jungle, but the dormitory was about a five minute walk from HQ. So, my professor and his coworkers preferred to walk to work every day.
Through the jungle.
They did this for about a week until one of them found an interested item in the company's expenses: Tiger.
Upon questioning, it turned out that that particular expense was for funerary expenses for all the employees who died by tiger in the jungle.
They all rode the bus after that.
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