Wednesday

Today was my day.  I planned it.  I did it and it was mine, all day.  Woo.  And I realized that all day.  That doesn't happen often or maybe it does, but I don't recognize it.  So, what did I do with my day.  

Well, if you guessed being outside all day, you scored a ringer.  My hands were washed many times.  My fingernails were filled with dirt many times and I just messed with thinking about plants and all things gardening.  

Bleeding hearts and Blue Bells.  The perfect combination for this time of year for the bumble bees.  They move way to fast for me to get a picture, but they particularly love the B Bells. 

Some things got a second move like bergamot.  I didn't give it enough room in its first new home, so it got a second new home.  Well, some of it at least.  In a few months I see if it's happy in its expanded spot.  It should be.  

So far so good.  None the worst for the move this morning with a good drink before and after.  Moving in the evening is a better option but I was a little bushed last night.  

I did a lot of fluffing.  My shoulder is a little sore, but it will be just fine tomorrow. 

I even get excited about iris buds.  From one come many.  Another Schilling North plant sale contribution that landed in my yard.  Golly Gee!  

 At 11:00 I was off to see Mike who made the long hair into shorter hair.  That didn't take very long and then it was back to the garden again.  I did a little edging.  

                            My mother loved her garden with it was edged.  I feel the same way.

I moved some bird feeders to a better place where one won't bump into them.  The shady north side of the house is coming along just fine with all shade plants emerging where they should be. I trimmed some dead branches, transplanted some new stuff emerging in the wrong place.  It was a day that belonged to me.  No church, no doctors, no other appointments except the hair meeting.  

                Another spot needing some help.  I added three little Hosta plants and a Japanese fern.                                                              This spot is shade from morning to night.  

I love early mornings in the garden.  This morning was the first time I heard the house wren singing away what I pretended was just for me.  That little bird is a very good singer.  I didn't see him, but I sure heard him.  The smoke tree where the wren house hangs is beginning to show signs of life. We thought it had moved on. New life is a miracle knowing the tree is 50 years old.  A lot has died but there still is a bit of living happening. Its bloom is so pretty.   

I'm getting ready for the deer visit.  It seems they are visiting every night spending their lunch hour in the garden.  That along with the squirrel holes are keeping me busy.  I'd like to spend my time doing some other things. I thought native plants were safe.  Well, not in my garden. 

I made broccoli soup adding Easter ham.  Kathy got a container.  Her husband is on his way to Romania with water purification systems. There are two containers in the refrigerator.  Doug is preparing for a colonoscopy early tomorrow, so the supper hour was an easy one.  I think the pet scan has proven I can skip a colonoscopy. Yahoo.  I've got to keep this body in working order.  Turning into a vigilante for now will make that happen.

More basketball tonight.  Last night the Pacer game was crazy. You might say a little chippy. The next two games are at Milwaukee.  It's going to be rough is my prediction.  I pray no one gets killed.  

So, the ME day was a good one.  Tomorrow is a Doug day for sure.  Friday is a PT for Doug and a Pacer game and Saturday is Bread and Bowl morning.  The beat goes on.  And the living is easy.  Just the way I like it. 

                    Three pulpits as I predicted.  Are they all Jacks?  Liz would say they are all Jills.