Peony: Super Phosphate
Rhodies: Holly Tone (finally dug up the dead one)
Ron is bringing a pile of brush to Davey: ours, the Winslows, the Janicks. Good fellow, he! He’s been busy today: dropped off bread at Peter’s, went to Cormier’s to book an appointment for tomorrow, brought cans to the Redemption Center, and now he’s off to his credit union.
Went to the Senior Center, pruned the roses and the rhodies, vacuumed and cleaned out the truck, made lunch, transplanted some pretty ground cover from Edgewater that I dug up to make room for the azalea, did some watering, enough so that I was soaked to the skin. Having changed into dry clothes, feel like I’m in heaven.
Ron was right: none of these things “just happen”.