Saturday morning dawned unseasonably cool, a bit of a treat, as, had it been warmer, the pleasantness factor for the weekend’s activities would have been greatly diminished. The daylily order arrived on Friday, and the instructions reinforced what I knew well – the plants needed to get in the ground right away. Not right right away but definitely within a few days. But rewind, on Friday, or even Wednesday, when I got notification the order was on the way, my great big appetite back a few months ago started to get real. As I reminded myself of what I had bought, not even having opened the box yet, I had this nagging feeling – “this is going to be way more than you thought”.
And, as all good iterative things do, the plan for the historic cemetery plantings had also been refined a bit since I placed the order. So, as I sat with my hot coffee Saturday morning, I purposefully, thankful for the extra time to think, to calm and organize my final thoughts before starting the physical work, enjoyed the cool morning, the hummingbird parade, the squirrel antics, multiple chickadees and finches on the hanging bird bath, hopping down the chain, sitting on the edge, taking sips of the water, making song, the crisp air and the dramatically different light filtering patterns added to the experience. Finally I was ready, plan on phone, hoping on hope that it would be easier than I thought.
It wasn’t. I overbought, again. As the reality dawned, and the clock ticked against the instructions that reminded me to get the order planted right away, I chided myself. What was I thinking? I am not 40 years old anymore! But, that’s ok. Fast forward to Sunday night, it all worked out, it was still an awesome weekend, and now the order is planted. I bumped right up against sunset last night, but the feeling of being done was pretty awesome.
Some of the daylilies ended up in the townhouse gardens, and that meant some overgrown things had to be pulled out of the townhouse gardens. But save a few small daylily pieces, three kitchen garbage bags full of Blue Mouse Ears hostas, and some daffodil bulbs that can go in with the few dailylily pieces over at the historic cemetery, the shovels can rest. Soon.
I will say that, for sure, nothing more can fit in the townhouse gardens. NOTHING. There are roots galore from the surrounding trees and besides that challenge, things are FULL. It will be hard for weeds to find space! And at the the historic cemetery that is exactly the plan! It is set up to be nice and full a few years from now as it matures, keeping the weeds down with plenty of plants and that beautiful bed of mulch. That means any buying, for either place, going forward, has to be a one in, one out. Seedling additions need to be well planned, and seedlings that don’t bloom need to go up north. The deer will not protest. I, on the other hand, may need some reminding from hubs and some very dear friends. After the aching muscles and rock bruised knees subside and the emails with “potential additions” start to look more enticing, I will need to remember – “Nothing. Nooooo thinnngggg!” 🥰
Oh yah, I still have to get two pots of unknown daylily seedlings planted this week. And a clematis volunteer transplanted, but after that, nooothing!
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