Tuesday, 10 May 2016
In the wee hours, just before sleep time, I started thinking about the recent job debacle, when a new temporary manager of a place thought our courtyard cottage garden was “trashy”, and it sunk in that a staff member had suggested I bid on doing the job that I had turned from weeds and scrub into a garden and had been doing for over 6 years. (She was trying to help; the temporary manager did not even bother to contact me before bringing in other people to bid.) All sleep fled till I took a benadryl. (I wish Melatonin worked for me; it does not.) I’ve been swearing off benadryl because of a scary study (inconclusively) linking it to Alzheimer’s. Lack of enough sleep made the sorting and loading of plants in the morning a matter of intense concentration.
The big plan for the day was to finish planting the “uppies” in the Long Beach planters that we did not get to yesterday, and pick up Jo’s cosmos and painted sage and get over to Jo’s to plant in good time.
Long Beach took so much longer than I thought it would that we did not get to The Planter Box till almost two.
Today was the day we began picking up cosmos six packs. The painted sage is not quite rooted enough so we will plant them on another go-round next week.
(By the way…three days later….we have picked up all we need and the Planter Box still has some left for sale.)
Basket Case Greenhouse
We did not get to Jo’s till after three and worked on cosmos planting, along with six choice Heleniums, for two hours.
Long Beach welcome sign
We collected some buckets of soil from our pile at the city works yard to fluff up the sign garden. By 5:30, we were adding Cosmos ‘Sonata’ to the front and back of the welcome sign, along with four Agyranthemum ‘Butterfly” to the front. I had debated about the latter, as it is a pain to deadhead. Its bright yellow is perfect, though, for drawing the eye to the sign.
Todd stopped by to inform us that we rock. He noticed the bidens along the front (a yellow trailing annual) and said it is a weed in North Carolina. We agreed that its seeds are like painful little needles.
My big plan was to finish the day by planting cosmos in the garden boat at Time Enough Books and watering the curbside gardens there and by the port office, while Allan watered the Ilwaco planters, and then sort more plants at home. Even though it was only 6:30 when we finished the welcome sign, I simply could not find the oomph to do another planting job. It was good thing that I went home instead and got to sorting as that task (including making lists on a clipboard) took until dark. Somehow Allan found the strength to get the Ilwaco planters and street trees watered.
Tomorrow would be our day to return to the job that was on shaky ground, along with two longtime jobs, with cosmos in tow to plant at each one.
1995 (age 71):
May 10: Pulled broccoli plants that had gone to seed. They are to be shredded. Potted the rest of tomato seedlings in greenhouse.