Yesterday I managed to get the rest of the flowers, plants, and herbs planted. All I have left to do is wait for a couple of seed packets and then sow those.
I’m going to attempt to grow morning glories up that light pole.
Also, since my hydrangea looks a little peaked, I might plant some there too.
I know that hydrangeas don’t do all that great the first year.
They come from the greenhouses with lots of buds and blooms. But once out in the world and away from the greenhouse, they don’t. The second and third years are usually much better.
I am kind of sick that I had to leave both a dormant white and a dark purple hydrangea at the old apartment. But then I kick myself and say: “Don’t look backward.”
The photos I’m showing you today are ones I took this morning.
What I Planted:
When I’m able to move, I move, and I don’t stop moving till I just about have to.
I’ve missed gardening so much this past year. But now I’m right back at it. Walking and dragging soil out to the light pole is building stamina.
I hurt at night, and I alternate ice with heat on my ankle, but then I’m okay. Today I will rest.
I so enjoy sitting on my patio and looking out at all that I’ve planted.
As Greg acknowledged: This is my source of happiness come spring. It’s where I feel most alive.
Oh, and then photographing what I plant. That is my second favorite thing.
Now I’m not putting Ivy in that category. She is my baby. When I’m outside she likes to lay at the patio door and watch me.
I don’t think she feels well this morning. Her tummy seems to be a little agitated. She is laying behind my chair right now.
My granny loved gardening.
And there I was watching and learning. Those plants and flowers she planted didn’t seem all that interesting to me at the time.
But something, some little vault of knowledge, must have been growing inside me for my future gardening endeavors.
My Love Of Gardening:
Something must have fostered my love of digging in the dirt and watching things grow.
As I got older, I saw perhaps what she saw when I looked at a plant or flower. I saw beauty and hope for the future.
For if something you plant in the ground and tend to isn’t hope, I don’t know what is.
You plant it and you give it love. And you hope it will grow and thrive.
Then you stand back and say: “Grow, little plant. I will nurture you.”
“When you plant something, you invest in a beautiful future amidst a stressful, chaotic and, at times, downright appalling world.”
– Monty Don