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The fruit market

Celebrate Pride at The Fruit Market, presented by Some C’ville Queers at Visible Records. The market highlights local queer artists and provides an engaging opportunity to support their small businesses. Baker No Bakery, a Latina- and woman-run popup panadería, will be selling baked goods homemade with love and local ingredients. Other area artists, including Critter Butts and Deep Holler Leather Works, will share crafts along with a DIY Pride shirt printing station by Infinite Repeats.

Sunday 6/16. Free, noon-4pm. Visible Records, 1740 Broadway St. visible-records.com

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The DIY backyard: How to install a home landscape that’ll make you proud

We have all seen the perfectly groomed gardens on TV house-flipping shows and in magazines, including this one. Pinterest is a slideshow of landscapes that are intended to inspire creativity but often just lead to feelings of inadequacy. It’s as if these picture-perfect settings were chia pets—just add water and watch them grow!

The truth is grittier. Few homeowners can afford to hire professionals—designers, stone masons, carpenters, gardeners—to make the magic happen. Instead, with a great sense of urgency, they rush to the local Southern States or Lowe’s, where they pick up bags of mulch and topsoil, concrete pavers, potted plants and saplings, and, oh, that beautiful shovel—gotta have that too.

Shaded by tulip poplars and sweetbay magnolia trees, a galvanized tank from Southern States serves as a plunge pool on hot summer days. Photo: Virginia Hamrick

The plan is to spend a few spring weekends getting dirty and sweaty, a small sacrifice for the tidy and colorful yard that will soon materialize.

Hate to break this to you, but no. That old saw about Rome not being built in a day applies to your own half acre. But a yard that works for you, looks good, and provides a sweet spot for you to hang out with friends and family? A place where you can admire the cardinals and monarchs, and curse the mosquitoes and the squirrel that raids your bird feeder? You can have all of that, without maxing out your credit card, if you just slow down.

As an example I present my sister Julie’s yard. It has taken four-plus years to achieve its current state. It has required a lot of hard work—mainly by her, our sister, our niece, and me, but with some professional help. Yes, we have worn out the pavement between her house in town and Southern States and Lowes, and also taken occasional trips to far-flung nurseries for deals on plants and trees. We have paid with strained backs, sore muscles, smashed fingertips, and patches of skin rubbed raw beneath our gloves.

But we’ve come a long way (a garden is never done but rather always evolving), and we intend to stay the course—whatever it may be, because we make a lot of stuff up as we go along and Julie has a restless mind.

Julie estimates the total investment in materials and professional help at about $10,000. And, full disclosure, all of the design work has been free, because she’s a landscape architect, both a UVA professor and private practitioner in the field. Her professional status has also earned discounts at nurseries and garden centers, so I suppose that the total cost without those savings would be about a thousand bucks higher.

A tiny greenhouse—nothing more than a folly—provides a focal point at the end of the concrete-slab path. The pavers rest in a raised bed filled with stone dust. Photo: Virginia Hamrick

But even without those advantages, I believe that anyone with some imagination, a lot of determination, and a vision of how she wants her yard to look and function, could create a similarly pleasing place. The primary requirements are patience, a willingness to make mistakes, and a tolerance for imperfection. Plus, once in a while, a day spent toiling on something that has to be completely redone.

That’s when you crack open a cold beverage and retire to the porch or the air-conditioned living room, and complain about how much your damn back hurts. It’s all worth the effort, I swear, because there are few things greater than the satisfaction of imagining something and then making it real.

Here’s what we did, and by “we” I mean mostly Julie:

Paid to have the yard graded, steps installed, and raised beds for tomato plants built.

When she moved in, the yard was a tumbledown riot of knotweed partially obscuring the ruins of a brick coal shed. Julie’s pal Zoe, a landscape designer and contractor, fired up the skid loader and created two flat spaces separated by a hill that stretches across the middle of the yard. She called in help to build raised cedar-plank beds to plant tomatoes, and cinder block stairs connecting the upper and lower levels. This was a big expense—$2,000 to $3,000—but necessary to establish the yard’s basic form and foundation.

Saved the brick and other detritus, such as old plumbing pipes, to repurpose later.

One of Julie’s core ideas, with any landscape, is that you should use as much of the existing material on the site as possible. Minimize or even eliminate the stuff that goes to a landfill. It saves time and money, and it’s environmentally responsible.

Cinder block steps connect the upper and lower portions of the yard. In the sloping, densely planted beds on either side of the stairs, zinnias provide pops of color. Photo: Virginia Hamrick

Planted the hill to prevent erosion.

First, we grew radishes from seed. They’re cheap, spring up fast, and last a good long while. You can even eat them, and so can the rabbits. Another year we tried clover, which turned out to be a mistake—the roots grew deep and were tough to dig out the following year. On the up side, the plants loosened up the dense clay soil. In years three and four, we planted “zinnia hill.” The low cost and profusion of color turned out to be the epitome of cheap and cheerful, a favorite phrase of Julie’s. Bonus: She saves and replants the seeds the following year, and the butterflies and hummingbirds drawn to the flowers put on a show.

Installed a tree grove on the lower tier.

Sweet bay magnolias and tulip poplars planted in a cluster provide a visual and physical buffer. Julie says the trees “tuck in” the yard. They also block the view of the UVA hospital. The vegetable beds are situated on the other half of the lower tier, leaving open space to let in sunlight and let you see the sky.

Put in the lawn.

We splurged on sod from a farm in Somerset. Instant lawn! But over the years, what was once a perfect green carpet has become a mix of clover, crabgrass, and who knows what else. Who cares? It’s a flat patch of green that anchors the upper tier, and gives Julie’s little white poodle a place to leave fragrant little presents.

Planted the black locust grove.

This was a key move, and one that made me understand Julie’s basic organizing idea: Establish the middle and then “paint” around the edges. In this case, we put in 40 black locust trees along the southern fence line of the upper tier. We used whips, or bare-root specimens, ordered from a nursery in the state of Washington. We amended the soil with compost, peat moss, and mulch. Just one seedling died, and after two years the trees have created a green wall that sways in the wind, provides shade, and increases privacy. Talk about being “tucked in.”

Bricks, stones, and other rubble collected from the site line the bed of the black locust grove. Planted as short bare-root whips, the trees grew nearly 20 feet tall in just two years, providing shade and privacy. Photo: Virginia Hamrick

Created the rubble garden.

The bricks and other “junk” that we’d moved to the side? We lugged them up the hill and scattered them at the base of the locust trees. Saved a lot of money (no need to buy mulch), though all of the lifting and schlepping and brick tossing made me hit the Advil hard.

Realized the dream of a plunge pool.

It’s just a galvanized trough. Julie bought it at Southern States. We laid down a few wooden pallets to form a boardwalk that leads to the tub. It sits in the shade of the poplar and magnolia grove. After a day of working your butt off in the hot sun, a cold plunge is heavenly.

Anchored the north side of the upper tier.

We needed a counterpoint across the lawn to provide balance opposite the locust grove, soften up the northern edge, and add more buffering. The solution is a bed bordered by cinder blocks and filled with fence-climbing clematis, blueberry bushes, and strawberry plants—a tri-level composition. Didn’t get to eat a single blueberry, though. The birds beat us to it.

Paid to fence in the work yard, add stairs off the back porch, and install the outdoor shower.

This was another major move, one that Julie had been drawing (and redrawing, over and over again) for a couple of years. Our pal Don, a skilled craftsperson, built a fence along three quarters of the driveway and closed up the end with a galvanized steel gate. There’s still enough room outside the gate for Julie to park. But now the previously underused driveway has become a work yard, with a potting bench and plenty of room for garbage and recycling cans as well as gardening tools and other stuff. Everyone needs a place to put “stuff.” Don made the outdoor shower, using metal plumbing pipes and connectors, based on a simple design by Julie. She bought a solar water heater online. Don bolted it to a pallet. Next, Julie will make canvas panels to enclose the shower. The back stairs are made of concrete block to match those that lead from the lawn to the poplar and magnolia grove.

Built a small greenhouse.

It’s kind of a folly, but it cost less than $125 in materials, including antique windows I found on Facebook Marketplace. I’m decent at carpentry, but it took a group effort to make the thing. I doff my cap and bow to Don, Julie’s neighbor Edward, and her friend and former student Karl Jon, who also created the CAD diagram so you can see how the greenhouse comes together. It now serves as a focal point at the end of the raised stone path.

Fed by a garden hose, an outdoor shower—with canvas walls yet to be installed—is made of plumbing pipes from Lowe’s and a solar water-heating tower anchored to a sturdy wood pallet. Photo: Virginia Hamrick

Oh, right—the stone path!

This took two or three weekends to build. We dug shallow trenches, installed a wooden border with one-by-six-inch boards secured by wooden stakes, and then filled in the base of the walkway with stone dust from Allied Concrete Co., on Harris Street. The treads were a gift from Julie’s old friend Alexander Kitchin, of Fine Concrete, who was unloading unused inventory before he moved his shop. Julie obsessively positioned the slabs and tapped them into place with a rubber mallet.

Added four more trees and pine straw as finishing touches to the upper tier.

As the school year approached, Julie turned her attention away from gardening to preparing to teach. Our last push really just took a couple of hours, planting four tupelo (also known as black gum) trees along the back of the house and covering the ground with long-needle pine straw. In time, the tupelos will provide shade and a partial shroud for the outdoor shower. After many years, they will grow to 50 to 60 feet, and the garden—including inevitable additions and revisions—will mature. In a decade, the landscape will have changed dramatically, but we’re in no hurry. We’ll be happy to witness its gradual transformation.

Greenhouse build

The tiny greenhouse took a weekend to build. It consists of a square base with a central floor support, slats atop the base, four antique window frames with six panes apiece, and sides cut from a single four-by-eight-foot sheet of 3/8-inch plywood. Construction requires a moderate skill level and a little help from your friends (who might handle a circular saw better than you do). All of the materials—from Facebook Marketplace and Lowe’s—cost less than $125.

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Emerging voices fill a DIY bill at the Jefferson

There’s no disputing that digital music and online platforms have radically changed how we listen to and discover music. The DIY scene has aced this technological inroad, benefiting from the access and control it gives to up-and-coming artists. Today’s unsigned musicians release their own music, book their own shows, eschew mainstream media and feel a tighter connection with fans. What follows is a look at two of those musicians, both of whom are appearing at the Jefferson this week.

Julien Baker

There are generally two defining moments in a young music-lover’s life: when a family member, teacher or friend introduces her to an album, and when she discovers an artist on her own for the very first time. When we look outside of the mainstream, that feeling of discovery can be all the more formative because musical genres spawn scenes, which spawn communities.

Hailing from Memphis, Tennessee, 22-year-old singer-songwriter Julien Baker found her musical lineage outside of the legacies and institutions of Stax, Sun Records and Beale Street. “In seventh grade, I started going to shows at the skate park, and the skate park was like the Mecca of alternative slash hardcore slash metalcore music,” she says. “Before then, the only alternative music that I had been made aware of was through VH1 and MTV.”

In the early 2000s, the skate park was booked by Smith7 Records, a collective promoting all-ages music. “I found out that they had shows at their house and that people who were not famous played those shows and it blew my mind,” Baker explains. “The shows that I had seen before then either were huge rock acts like Foo Fighters or something…[with] this separation between performer and audience that was kind of an unobtainable mystique.”

Julien Baker with Half Waif, Petal
The Jefferson Theater
October 15

Baker found her footing in the DIY community, playing house shows with her band Forrister. “I think what I crave and adore so much about performing live is the leveling that it does with everybody in the room,” she says.

Baker was still performing with Forrister when she joined the audio production program at Middle Tennessee State University and met Michael Hegner, who had an internship at Matthew E. White’s Spacebomb Studio in nearby Richmond, Virginia. Hegner invited her in to record some demos, and the result was her nine-song debut, Sprained Ankle, which was rereleased by 6131 Records after she shared it on her Bandcamp page. Sprained Ankle became one of the most lauded alternative records of 2015, and since then, Baker has gained a reputation as one of the most honest, heartfelt songwriters around.

“So many things that have happened positively in my musical career have been a result of people in my immediate community, you know, sphere, intervening and offering their resources, which I’m really aware of,” Baker says. “I never, ever want to perpetuate that mythos of the overnight success. There’s so many people who helped me get to where I am.”

Baker’s sophomore album, Turn Out The Lights, comes out at the end of the month and will be her first release on Matador Records. The collection of stunning songs woven with piano and strings marks a sonic growth from the sparse guitar recordings.

“I think the years of growing up and touring in a DIY band really humanized the idea of an audience to me because when there’s 20 people at a show, the person that’s buying your T-shirt is literally putting gas in your car,” Baker says. “… music and the experience of sharing music is the most important thing in the world to me.” —Desiré Moses

Half Waif

Nandi Rose Plunkett always seems to be seeking home in Half Waif, her synth-pop project. Her feelings about home, while on and off the road, are reoccurring themes that run through the lyrics and electronic melodies crafted on her recent album, form/a.

For Plunkett, being a musician and the daughter of a refugee—her mother’s family left Lahore after it became part of Pakistan and relocated to Uganda before dispersing to the U.S. and the U.K.—has led to reflection on a nomadic lifestyle.

“I think home has been such an important thing that I wanted to find and create in my life, so it’s interesting that I chose a career in which I am constantly on the road and away from home,” says Plunkett. “That probably intensifies my desire to make a home even more.”

Touring synth-pop musician Half Waif (Nandi Rose Plunkett) views the feminist battle from the stage. In a June interview with Esquire, she said: “I feel caught, against my will, in some idiotic pantomime of no progress. No, I am not someone’s girlfriend trying to sneak back into the green room before a show. Yes, I understand how my own gear works and have, in fact, built up the muscles to carry it. Don’t turn down my vocals in the mix. Don’t ignore me when you high-five my bandmates one by one. And don’t call me ‘The Girl.’” Publicity photo

For the past five months, Plunkett has been living in Chatham, New York, with her two bandmates while working on a new album that’s tentatively titled Lavender. She explains that being connected to nature is essential to her ability to thrive creatively.

“I feel like, for me, in order to create from a place of being deeply in touch with myself it helps to have quiet surroundings and an ecosystem that exists outside of myself,” says Plunkett.

Recently, after crossing the pond to England for her grandmother’s funeral, Plunkett was able to revisit the home that her grandmother lived in for the past 57 years.

She “had lavender in her garden and she would boil it on the stove to create a nice smell in the house,” recalls Plunkett. “It feels really good to be working on this now. Lavender has taken on an even greater meaning for me. It’s kind of a talisman and a connection to her.”

In addition to the coming album, Half Waif recently announced a vinyl reissue of Probable Depth, which debuted in May of last year and features the single “Turn Around.” Plunkett also released the nine-minute track “Dream Cycle” in tandem with the announcement. She describes the sprawling track, recorded back in 2014, as being a bundle of verses and choruses that have been stitched together.

“It kind of mimics the nature of dreams. You’re in one scenario and then suddenly you’re in another and you’re like ‘How did I get here?’ but somehow it still all makes sense within the scope of your dream.” —Anita Overcash