The weather's been so wacky this spring that our planting schedule has been much later than normal. We had a rare Friday without appointments, commitments, or promises to keep.
So we woke up with no agenda, but both of us wanted to put some time in the yard. As it turns out, we spent a lot of time working in the flower beds, the garden, and on the back deck. I cut a few acres of grass.
After lunch and a short nap, we sprang back into action and headed to town for a few flats of flowers. We spent the evening digging in the earth. There was a blazing star on the back deck that we've had for as long as I can remember and we transplanted it into the flower bed by the deck.
I dumped it out of a pot where it's lived for too long, the roots were woven together like a ball of twine. I pulled the roots free and when I seated it in its new home in the earth, I could almost hear it sigh.
We repotted ferns, planted petunias, and Irish moss in the front-yard planters. Afterwards I swept and hosed down the front walk (picture).
Tonight after dinner, we stepped out to the back deck and sat for a while admiring our handiwork as the setting sun gave way to the evening sky. Off in the distance a whip-o-will sang a hypnotic song.
We were both bone tired, but it was a good feeling. It was one of those days when you work hard, but in looking back, you have something to show.
After lunch and a short nap, we sprang back into action and headed to town for a few flats of flowers. We spent the evening digging in the earth. There was a blazing star on the back deck that we've had for as long as I can remember and we transplanted it into the flower bed by the deck.
I dumped it out of a pot where it's lived for too long, the roots were woven together like a ball of twine. I pulled the roots free and when I seated it in its new home in the earth, I could almost hear it sigh.
We repotted ferns, planted petunias, and Irish moss in the front-yard planters. Afterwards I swept and hosed down the front walk (picture).
Tonight after dinner, we stepped out to the back deck and sat for a while admiring our handiwork as the setting sun gave way to the evening sky. Off in the distance a whip-o-will sang a hypnotic song.
We were both bone tired, but it was a good feeling. It was one of those days when you work hard, but in looking back, you have something to show.
Sounds like a good day!
ReplyDeleteGood Morning Rick, thanks for your visit.
ReplyDeleteI get a feeling of satisfaction from working in the garden and seeing the result of my labour. Sometimes I have to tear up an established bed that is overgrown and it takes a few years before it looks good again. I like to divide and concur and plant in mass of colors for effect and my gardens soon runs out of place and I keep digging more. I work alone and that's my pondering time with the creator.
You are lucky to work with a companion in your yard. It's nice seeing you and Jilda sharing the same interest. That is a blessing.
Have a nice day
JB
Rick, we are having the same wacky weather here... I don't plant my own garden but many of my friends do... We have had so much rain that when we get a decent day, everyone is in their garden... :)
ReplyDeleteSounds like a tiring but productive day!!
ReplyDeleteSounds awesome! Good for the body and soul :)
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