Sunday, 8 May 2016
Again I woke early, remembered the garden job problem that arose on Friday, and could not sleep. That does not mean that I was out into the garden early though; it just means I had a bleary, tired morning reading email and Facebook and trying to get started on the day without enough sleep.
When I went outside, I felt suddenly inspired to do a project that had not occurred to me before.
Way back in our first year here, I had made a faux flint topped wall out of old rock-n-mold pavers, to evoke the stone walls I had seen in Yorkshire.You can see a good example of such a wall here. A Facebook friend who lived in the north saw my photo of the wall after I’d made it and commented “Tha’s done good, lass.”
Over the years, it had become a place to put the hose and was knocked all apart.All the pavers are from my old garden, when Robert and I used the Rock N Mold form to make paths, only to find that weeds grew thickly through every crack. I ended up replacing all those paths with gravel, except for the ones toward the end of the Rock N Mold path era, when we realized out that we could just stamp the form onto a run of wet concrete and not leave spaces for weeds to grow.
The form was sort of like this, although less angular:
I will rebuild the tiny faux wall somewhere else, I thought today, but where?
Dave and Melissa came by with the plants they had brought for me from Blooming Nursery.
We had a short visit; they needed to get home to enjoy their own garden.
Meanwhile, I had felt frustration that the paint on my old bathtub (my working poor version of a Little and Lewis water feature) keeps peeling off.
Allan worked on his arbour project:
Miraculously, I got almost all my new plants in the ground, including the large hydrangea. So much weeding still needs attention.
Edging that little bit of lawn made me think that next fall, I must edge ALL the beds just before my knee replacement. Allan says he has paced it out and I have one third of a mile of edging.
I finished reading an excellent book over the weekend, a novel based on the letters between Eleanor Roosevelt and Lorena Hickock.
I identified with “Hick” being criticized for her appearance:
I appreciated “Hick’s” fictionalized mental response:
One of my favourite aspects of the book was Hick’s reporting on the Great Depression. I hope to soon read her book on the topic, One Third of a Nation.
I learned that Winston Churchill kept the same hours (but not the same drinking habits) that I like to keep when on staycation:
I also agreed with this thought:
I feel the same way whenever I read or hear “God Bless America!” Why not the whole world?
Because I’ve been reading The Cazalet Chronicle by Elizabeth Jane Howard, with its middle books set during WWII in England, I was interested in the perspective on that time in the USA. Some politicians discouraged women from being in the military:
My mother, a Marine in WWII, would have strongly disagreed.
1995 (age 71):
May 8: Took plastic dome off the tray of cukes which were in bathroom planter on top of the heat mat. Several of the cuke plants were 2 1/2 inches tall in 3 days! Switched trays around to get two others on the heat mat.
1998 (age 74):
May 8: 11:00-4:15 cool and gray I finished planting the rest of the glad bulbs all over till 2:00. I didn’t want to start anything new so I pulled weeds in the lower driveway until 4:15. Next is to plant 1997 dahlias and “pot” tulips in garden area—then the small bulbs into path and then tomatoes.