They are Good Photos
Yesterday when the kids came for the afternoon, we were able to show Megan that her quilt top is now a completed quilt. She was happy to have one of her own, as in times past she had made Nicholas a Harry Potter quilt. Megan and Nicholas are both tall as I am. Seriously?
I had planned on taking a quick walk this morning down Stauffer Avenue when I spied a large branch that had come down in the far east of the acre. Taking care of that, I also spied that the two Hosta beds in the east needed some TLC. We had been so focused on the garages that there was some serious work to be done with unwanted stuff.
Dennis had run errands and he was tucked into the recliner for a nap. I grabbed a bottle of water and several of my favorite garden tools and headed out east. Slow but sure the damp soil of the last half inch of rain gave up that which was not wanted. When I headed to the patio porch, I had no idea that it was almost noon. Dennis had been up and keeping an eye on me from his rocking chair. With the water bottle emptied, I headed to the house to peel off sweat-soaked clothes. It is a good thing that I sweat like Dad. There had been a slight breeze and it made the morning time go by quickly. It was a good local effort in the Hosta.
When I got back to the house, I had missed several calls and text messages. I don’t carry my phone with as sure as heck, I would lay it down somewhere and forget where it was. The squirrels would have a heyday of a time trying to bury it.
One of the text messages was from Megan doing a follow up on the sad little flower bed area next to the south east corner of the house. Megan has given me tips on what plants I could try that would do good in direct sun for a large portion of each day. There was also a thought on amending the soil so plants had a chance to thrive. There! I got it from the professional that is up for being promoted to assistant manager of the perennial portion of the Mustard Seed Nursery. Good Lord, how special is that . . . the advice as well as the work ethic that Megan has.
I have slowed way down for this afternoon. Showering and putting on dry clothes was the key for enjoying the rest of the day. Dennis did shake his head about the morning I had, but he also knew it was needed and that he could not have been any help when it comes to good plants and bad plants. I had his moral support. That meant a whole bunch. The only outside chore left is to water down the newly-seeded lawn area. The sprouts have really been filling it . . . success!