Rained again last night. Planted 80 yellow and red tulip bulbs this morning in 13 different spots in the back garden.
Planted them 6 inches below ground level, but dug down a foot; that’s 13 cubic feet of digging, about the size of a twin bed mattress plus box spring. The soil was great except in one spot, next to the hibiscus.
Added bulb fertilizer, ran out of peat moss. Labeled them and put on a horrible-smelling organic to keep away pests, i.e., squirrels.
Did some weeding and pruning as well. Took several hours and I was beat by the end, too tired to plant the daffs.
Turned over the big compost pile, pulled out some branches and other stuff that would take years to decompose to take to the transfer station.
Cut back the second skimmia. The first one is pretty much dead.
Have been restaking the tomatoes, which are out of control. One plant is as tall as I am. The tomatoes were blocking the sun and the basil suffered, but everything else seems to be okay, including James’ strawberries. Good thing, or there would be hell to pay. I think I planted everything too close. Bigger garden next year, maybe.
Deep cleaned under the kitchen sink, which was wafting malodorous.
Had fun playing ping pong with Candy last night.
Met with a potential business partner yesterday, don’t want to jinx it with details just yet. Also picked up some admissions materials for the Royal Megansett. Met with a contractor about doing some work at 20. Busy week ahead, I think.