I went out to the front yard and moved the three remaining bags of mulch off the pallet and piled them up by the garage door. I made a promise to myself that I would spread that leftover mulch before the weekend. Then I drug the pallet to the garage and hoisted it into the bed of the truck.
With that little chore taken care of, I watered the few containers on the front porch. I didn't do much with containers this spring. My focus was more on the rest of the garden and I ran out of time. But the few plants in containers seemed to be doing well, which pleased me.
I noted how dry the lawn is becoming and made a mental note to start watering by the weekend. The neighbors walked by with their dogs and I waved hello. Then I walked around to the back of the house and admired the newly edged and mulched beds.
I am happy that I hired a crew to do the edging and mulching for me. Now I feel like I can focus on deadheading and weeding, "light work" for a gardener.
After I watered the containers on the back patio, which are mostly miniature hostas I wintered over, I walked around the garden beds with the hose and sprayed down the mulch. I paused where I remembered I had planted something new and gave those plants an extra drink of water.
With this done I looked around and decided that instead of deadheading and weeding, I would set up some bamboo pole teepees in the vegetable garden cathedral and plant pole beans. I wanted to do it earlier but time keeps slipping away, one pomordoro at a time. It took some finagling to get the poles set up, but I managed it somehow and sowed seeds for two kinds of pole beans around the bases. When I finished sowing the beans, I called it done for the evening and headed inside.
It was intended to be a quiet, early summer evening.