Actually
did some manual labor at The Acres today. Yep, real he-man work.
Physical. Won't be able to walk for a couple days probably but . . . No,
it wasn't mowing the grass--that's not really work. I just sit there,
guide the beast, watch out for honey bees on the clover, try not to get
stuck in the places that are still wet. Almost got stuck a couple of
times. And left a part of the front unmowed.
Way too submerged. No, the work I did today was rebuilding one of the
pot bunker beds--raising it, moving some plants to better locations, and
mulching. Hey That's hard work for an old man--my three score and ten
will be up in a year-and-a-half. Old. Almost decrepit. I even did the
hard stuff as well as taking my daily treks around The Acres You can
start calling me The Incredible Bulk.
What did I move? Some iris and
hibiscus to the wild area. Some lilies and hyacinth to the new bed I
redid. Some blue flag iris to the front of the property. Some yellow
flag iris to the bog. The lilies are really starting to show off. The
bed by the house is turning blue with the hundreds of balloon flowers.
Yes, hundreds. And this year there are a dozen or more sunflower islands
in the blue sea. Quite striking. This week my Gardening Angels
surprised me with some sunflowers in the wild area and by the pond.
They've never been there before. I need to get some of those night
cameras and see if I can catch the Angels on film. They have also
planted a new kind of mallow in the bog of all places. Reddish. Love
color in the bog! The great thing is that it's only the beginning of
July--three months left of beauty to go, at least.
Anyway, I
probably won't be moving around very well tomorrow. The old gray just
isn't what he used to be. Of course, all that really means is that my
treks will take a little longer and the green throne will come in handy.
Going to be another fall day in July they say. Can't wait.
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