Free Nitrogen
The snowflakes that were quarter size held a lot of free Nitrogen for our yard. The flakes came down heavy enough that for a short time the lawn was white.
The perennial plant know as “Hosta” are pushing through the soil under the Lilacs. What I also noticed is that the wild hay that Dennis had put in the same area in the winter of 2000 for the deer, still had enough strength to pop out a few clumps of their greenery.
I wandered outside last week and low and behold the sharp shooter spade was leaning on the side of the patio porch. Dennis had used it when doing some clean up work of where the Koi pond had been. I thought what a great opportunity to gently tip out a few of those clumps. When Dennis came around the corner about that time, the spade was taken out of my hands and it disappeared in the potting shed. What ensued was that I got a “dressing-down.”
I knew Dennis was right. Using my cane, I am not that stable when walking on uneven grass let alone garden dirt. Temptations are in my face every day. When it comes to dirt . . . that is part of my passion in the spring of the year. To the best of Dennis’ ability out came the weed whip and a few of the undesirable clumps of green where chewed off. I looked the other way when a few of the Hosta tips bit the dust.
The reality is that I will not be able to pick up where I left off in it’s entirety before the stroke. For now. I do work hard not do anything to make Dennis worry more than he already does over this ole Grammie. Caution is the key. I have to know within myself when to “hold it or to fold it.” Kenny Roger’s song of old still has merit.
Today, watching the snow delivering nitrogen on those nipped Hosta tips . . . hopefully will help them put out a handsome plant in time to come.