I got distracted this week with genealogical research. It’s addictive, and I missed some important tasks, like enlarging the newest garden so I could transplant James’ strawberries, which I’d put in a bucket with a now-fetid solution of Neptune’s.
I built out the garden and had enough fencing to surround the new strawberry plot. The smell was horrific for a while, but flies loved it.
I planted the new lavender with the newest grass mini-island. The monarda has started to bloom, a miniature version with bright pink flowers. The grass seems to have taken, which is a relief.
I tied up the foxgloves in the front and pulled out a weedy vine that was troubling the Lady’s Mantle.
Planted the three Balloon Flowers in the corner garden.
Wisteria is blooming and smells divine.
Got two sets of “Grumpy Fucker” mugs and t-shirts yesterday.
Drove Robert home. Steak and salad for supper.
Had coffee and a great conversation with one of my fellow Trustees yesterday.