People, I planted stuff.
And five hours later, everything looks happy still. If plants can look perky, then yes indeed, that is the word I’d use to describe them. What started as a Weekend Warriors project in April has morphed into a new obsession.
I can’t and won’t let the hard work of my devoted friends be for naught.
I had not done much in the yard since my home improvement day except water. And trust me, that endeavor represented a huge outdoor commitment on my part.
Then Lola had to be put down, kids were crying, and I was my own little emotional mess when it hit me.
“Mom, can we go to the pool!” Jack asked on our tear-filled Friday afternoon.
“No,” I replied more curtly than I meant to. “I need some time alone.”
And I went outside.
I started pulling ivy. And weeds. And more ivy, maybe some of it of the poisonous variety. (I know what it’s supposed to look like but part of the evil plant’s power over me renders me unable to identify it when I’m actually among it.) It felt good to just mindlessly pull trails of ivy out of the ground. I suddenly knew what I wanted to do over the weekend.
Saturday turned out to be more of a prep day as between an extra long little league game and visits with friends who wanted to drink to Lola’s long life, I ended up not being able to spend as much time in the yard as I’d planned.
(By the way, when my time comes, I hope you all toast me as robustly as you toasted my cat.)
Sunday I woke up with the birds. Grabbed the book on my nightstand before remembering I had work to do and an entire day to do it. I started with the front yard. I pulled hostas that needed dividing. I reorganized some plants that weren’t getting the sun they needed. And I ended up planting this new flower bed. A Fothergilla anchors the bed, an Abelia taking up the rear, with transplanted hostas lining the brick border that was already in the dirt, just covered by years of neglect.
(Oh, and I pulled out all the ivy and pokeberry weeds that had been the tenants of this space until today.)
I performed lots of other gardenly tasks but this bed was my coup d’état, and five hours later, my back was achy but my heart was filled with pride at how I suddenly converted my black thumb into one of green. It felt good to bring life to my yard after a few days of thinking only of death.
And so here I sit with a crisp Rosé while the kids read (what else?) and I’m planning the next project.
All bets will be off when temperatures hit three digits but for now, I’m enjoying my newfound hobby.
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LOVE. love that you channeled it all into the eart.