It
feels as if I tried to pack the whole month of May into five days. And
the weirdness of the weather didn't help. Frost on Monday morning,
eighty degrees by the end of the week, and a monsoon rain storm in
between. Ah, well. I enjoyed sitting in the recliner, lights off,
watching the storm move in: strong winds bending the trees, day night,
day night as the lightning ricocheted
across the acres, raucous thunder, and then torrents of rain turning the
acres into a morass one more time this spring. Quite a storm.
The
highlight of the week was, of course, loading down my little red wagon
with tons of flowers from Baker's Acres. I always go back and forth
between thinking I have enough to fill my planters to wondering if I
need to get a few more. Invariably, by the time I've planted
everything--and what a lovely day and a half that was--I"m a few plants
short. My problem is I'm a "planter packer." I put lots of the little
beauties in each pot. Can't help myself. Ah well. I can pick up a few
more somewhere. Mom's container garden is luscious. Even though she's
not here to enjoy it--and give her advice--I'm sure she would love it:
snapdragons, petunia, geraniums, dianthus, marigolds, bright eyes,
zinnia, dahlia, salvia, lantana--all her favorites. And the ruby throat
has already checked them out and given his approval. I believe he may
like the real thing better than the "fake" red "flower juice" in the
feeder. (Actually, there's two of them, and the battle is raging for
summer squatter rights.) Next, on the work schedule is some mulching
and some weed thinning. With all the rain and the days I spent out of
town, my beds are overrun. Not than I mind that much. Some of the
weeds will be beautiful when they bloom. And the one's that don't will
be overshadowed by the flowers. I am a little concerned that the cool,
wet spring may limit my iris show. That would be depressing for an iris
addict like myself. But maybe, they'll just be a little late this
year. I certainly won't scold them for that.
The flower planting
did cause me to put off mowing the front of the Acres the day before the
storm. Ugh. And it's supposed to rain again tomorrow. The grass will
be high again when--if--I can find a warm, sunny day to feed the
bluebirds. They have been patiently sitting on the wires waiting for me
to do my catering.
And, of course, Homesteader had her surgery this
week. My sense of time was so discombobulated that I accidentally took
her in a day early. They were gracious enough to take her anyway.
Good thing. It's a major production to get her into the carrier. Wears
an old man out. She's smarter than I am, a zillion times quicker than I
am, and not the least bit interested in taking a ride in a cage.
Perseverance won out, eventually. She's home now and doing great,
though not exactly feeling fully frisky. Lots of nap time. In between
name calling.
Yep, another week at the Acres has slipped away.
Seems like a month, at least. But thankfully, it wasn't. Two more
glorious weeks of May to go--and I promise to enjoy them. And I'm sure
I'll post some pictures for you. Be patient!
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