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Sunflower of Zenith
Jul. 12th, 2019 09:55 pmYesterday I went for a walk, came home with my clothes sticking to me, drank some ice water, and then finally got to go to the garden store and get some plants that were on sale. They were buy three and get one free--but obviously, the free one is whatever costs the least, so I cleverly bought plants that were all the same price. I got a pink astilbe and a red astilbe, and two ferns with different colored foliage, to put in the shady part of the garden, where Tron and I did a lot of weeding when they were here. I also finally got some hellebore, which I've been coveting for quite awhile now. I always fall in love with the names of things as well as the things themselves. The hellebore varieties I have are Madame Lemonnier, Shooting Star, Merlin, and French Kiss. Scarlet, pure white, white tinged with pink, and delicate pink, in that order. At least, I hope they will be, when they bloom next year, which I hope they will. Gardening fits Dr. Johnson's definition of marriage better than marriage does: "The triumph of hope over experience."
And then I went out to plant them. All I had to do was dig eight holes. How hard can it be?? Well, you'd be surprised. The dirt in my back yard is all clay and it's not easy to dig up. Also, it's full of tree roots and such. But I got my big shovel and attacked it with determination and perspiration, and finally got it done, patted the plants into place, and dragged the hose out and gave them all a nice drink, and watered the tomato pots and the garden bed and the herbs while I was at it. I meant to do some more work on the yard in the evening when the Sparrowhawk was at the gym, and the day had cooled off a little. But I found myself quite tuckered out, and in the end I did no more.
The Sparrowhawk was tuckered out from the gym, so we thought we'd surely sleep a lot. Sigh. Again, the triumph of hope over experience. We both woke up around 5 am. Went downstairs, read our books (I'm reading In the Closet of the Vatican by Frederic Martel, and he's reading Senate Journal by Allen Drury), had a cup of tea, complained about the general state of things. At least we had each other's company, though I would rather he'd been peacefully asleep. We went back to bed after it got light and napped the morning away. Thus the day was half over before it started. Disruptions to his sleep schedule are not good for the Sparrowhawk, so he didn't have a really great day, in spite of the nap. He did cook me some more excellent walleye, however. I did a little laundry, and moved all the extra canned food out of the garage and onto a tidy shelf in the basement to complete another of the projects Tron started me on while she was here. We enjoyed sitting in the back yard. It was the most clement day we'll have all week. I wish I'd done more work, in the light of that, but I'm doing my best to enjoy things as best I can and not recriminate.
And then I went out to plant them. All I had to do was dig eight holes. How hard can it be?? Well, you'd be surprised. The dirt in my back yard is all clay and it's not easy to dig up. Also, it's full of tree roots and such. But I got my big shovel and attacked it with determination and perspiration, and finally got it done, patted the plants into place, and dragged the hose out and gave them all a nice drink, and watered the tomato pots and the garden bed and the herbs while I was at it. I meant to do some more work on the yard in the evening when the Sparrowhawk was at the gym, and the day had cooled off a little. But I found myself quite tuckered out, and in the end I did no more.
The Sparrowhawk was tuckered out from the gym, so we thought we'd surely sleep a lot. Sigh. Again, the triumph of hope over experience. We both woke up around 5 am. Went downstairs, read our books (I'm reading In the Closet of the Vatican by Frederic Martel, and he's reading Senate Journal by Allen Drury), had a cup of tea, complained about the general state of things. At least we had each other's company, though I would rather he'd been peacefully asleep. We went back to bed after it got light and napped the morning away. Thus the day was half over before it started. Disruptions to his sleep schedule are not good for the Sparrowhawk, so he didn't have a really great day, in spite of the nap. He did cook me some more excellent walleye, however. I did a little laundry, and moved all the extra canned food out of the garage and onto a tidy shelf in the basement to complete another of the projects Tron started me on while she was here. We enjoyed sitting in the back yard. It was the most clement day we'll have all week. I wish I'd done more work, in the light of that, but I'm doing my best to enjoy things as best I can and not recriminate.
