After a week of feeling a bit like a fifth wheel, I basically spent today out in the garden. As you’ll recall, the Friday before we left we hit the Denver Botanic Garden plant sale, and then on Sunday before we left, our church’s spring flower sale delivery occured.
So … lots of flowers, ground cover, plants, a few roses, this, that, and some other things. Oh, and (greater love hath no man than this) some tomato plants for Margie.
Probably about fifty, sixty plants, all told. And with the new bed by the driveway, and by the new fence, and always spaces to fill in elsewhere, it was a far-flung task.
About five and half hours worth, for all that.
And so I’m sore, but pretty happy. The new bed looks like a real flower bed (until we get the terracing done), and there’s plantings in the new side yard to make it look nice, too.
The lawnmower lady came by mid-morning and we settled on schedule and price and the lawn should go from looking overgrown and failing to close-cropped and failing.
The sprinkler zone along the sidewalk still isn’t working (gotta do something about that Monday), but I fixed a hole in the one by the front porch, and noted some other heads that needed moving and/or replacing.
Lots of work, keeping up a garden. But very rewarding, on a lot of levels.