A quiet, early summer evening

It was intended to be a quiet, early summer evening.

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.


  1. Did your long skirt get in the way? I always wonder since you wear it while mowing and it just seems cumbersome although the thought of you in it does complete the picture of a quiet, early summer evening. (It's not summer yet).

  2. I'm sure you felt really good about your achievements. I always plan to do all those things in the evening but at 95° I just can't do it. I have some bags of mulch that have been sitting outside since the fall. When I opened the first bag it was so full of worms that I decided I needed to make a common practice of leaving bags of mulch around. Alas, there were none int he other bags.

  3. Funny how the garden does that to us. As gardeners we just can't help ourselves!


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