I spend time every day in my garden. My rule of thumb is that gardening takes 15 minutes every day plus 4 hours every weekend plus two full weekends a year. In those few minutes that I’m out there every day, I may just walk around, or I may water or pull some weeds. But, every day, I enjoy it for at least a few minutes. And, I am amazed at how fast things come along and do their thing and then fade away…their moment in the sun.
But, this is the season when gardening goes from play to work. This is when Mother Nature begins to withhold her support in the form of rain.
And, it’s when the pesky dad-gummed poopy headed darned old mosquitoes go nuts, feeding on the very blood I need to survive. Little lightening fast devils. blankety-blank blank blank blank blank and I’m scratching all over my face and arms this morning because I wasn’t ready.
It’s also daylily season and that makes the bugs just a wee bit more tolerable.
That last one just speaks the word Happy to me because it has truly found it’s perfect spot on the planet.
And, I still have Iris blooming and don’t want to forget them. We’ve finally figured out where all these iris came from. They’re from Boston and New Hampshire. No wonder it took them years to decide to bloom in the Texas heat.
Anyway, I’m going to battle with Mother Nature and try to keep all the expensive water that I have to put out as I can.
Thirty-six cubic feet of mulch should get me started.
On the quilting front, I am totally devoted to this little hexie project. I know that at some point, my hexie mojo is going to give, but for now, I’m just working my new thimbles to the bone. One more wedgie shape and I’ll be ready to assemble the center pieces.
Okay, have a great Wednesday. I am writing a document at work. Actually, it’s not even that exciting. I’m taking two business documents I already wrote and comparing them to find all the differences. Word for bloody word for bloody word.
Be well. Lane