I was thinking the other day that the only thing I do anymore is clean. Clean the house, wash the car, do the dishes, wash the laundry, bathe the horse, clean the saddle, scrub some boots, sweep the steps, shampoo the cat (yes, she needed it), paint the benches, shower, wash the dishes (again)... you get the idea. This weekend we washed the front porch which involves taking all the rockers out in the sun, hosing the road dirt off the walls and floor, and washing the furniture before putting it all back again. Now I can invite guests to come sit out there without worrying that they might ruin their clothes. I even washed our mailbox. It was so icky with road dirt, Whenever I put a pretty pink enveloped greeting card in there I'd cringe. But I felt like an obsessive compulsive nut standing out there by the side of the road with a pail of hot soapy water and a brush.
It is also Spring Landscape Blitzkreig time when we go through about 20 cubic yards (no joke) of mulch and cut over 800 feet of edging (I measured on the GIS site). It used to be 650 feet, but to streamline the mowing pattern, Tim turned five 60 inch circles around the Linden trees (80 feet of edge) into one long six foot wide swath (216 feet of edge). Now he can zip down the line at 15 mph instead of turning precise circles.
Above is what I think must be my husband's ideal Pin-up girl. It isn't her svelte figure or her lovely brunette complexion...no it's that edging shovel. Hey even I wouldn't mind if she wanted to stop by and help with the edging. My fetching smile disappears sometime around day three (800 stomps of the 7 inch spade). Tim is always saying to me "If you have a boyfriend, now would be a good time to fess up. I have a lot of work to do this weekend, and it sure would help if he'd stop by and give me a hand."
|The Linden trees Before and After|
Besides Spring Cleaning and Landscape Blitzkreig things are ticking along in the garden like clockwork. The peas are up, the strawberries are replanted, the lettuce is ready for transplanting and the tomatoes, peppers and eggplant seedlings have moved out to the cold frame under a layer of shade cloth. My father even announced that he was going to go ahead and plant tomatoes well aware that he might have to cover them more than once. Or 20 times!
And that long swath of mulch between the Lindens has been arranged with clusters of boulders from the farm. I plan on planting grass-like perennials around them to add interest. Mostly day lillies and Siberian irises and strong smelling herbs and other things the deer don't bother (much). I've been wandering the nurseries and greenhouses with a note pad writing down varieties and prices and sizes. I feel like a secret shopper or price spy. But the growers know me by sight and they're used to my wandering around for hours reading tags and poking at plants and leaving with nothing but a flat of marigolds and a bag of blood meal. I always come armed with a box and garden clogs and I remind myself of my mother's favorite greenhouse patron who used to show up wearing rubber dish gloves. May is when I indulge in my own version of Agri-Tourism. Let's see how many greenhouses I can get to this year!
|This is the porch last May 24, so no, our flowers are not this nice yet!|