The flower garden is in — life is good

Wow, am I tired. Je suis tres fatigue. Estoy cansada. Ich bin mude, too. Of course, can’t forget Jestem zmeczony. That’s “I’m tired” in French, Spanish, German and Polish (hope this how to say it website got all the translations right!). But it’s definitely a good tired. You see, I got my flower garden in this weekend.


It was the perfect weekend weather-wise. In fact, I couldn’t have asked for better if Mother Nature would have given me a menu to choose exactly what I wanted to order. On Saturday, Randy and I went to the new mega-Menards store to check out wood for borders of the garden. After a bit of back and forth (the Menards guy didn’t seem too happy with my indecisiveness), we decided on knotty pine 4x6s in 8-foot lengths. Got 8 of them loaded in the truck and and made the short trip back home, where they were promptly dumped on the grass by the garden.

It didn’t take long for us to put the 4x6s in place, leveling them off using topsoil we (and by we, I mean Randy) hauled in. I was happy we had the topsoil because it help cover the crushed granite unearthed on the west side of the garden.

20120429-195615.jpgPlus, I dug up a number of rocks and shards of metal while tilling, and my hope was that an extra layer of dirt would bury any that I missed. The dimensions of the flower garden are 9 by 21-feet, so Randy had to cut a few of the 4x6s to complete the wooden border and, after hauling another load of topsoil, we were done by 4:45 p.m. After supper, we both nursed our sore and tired bodies with the heating pad – getting old sure wreaks havoc on the body, you know? I had no trouble sleeping despite a sore neck, although Randy tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in.

Sunday morning though, it took me awhile to get going. After a suggestion by a Facebook friend to try a Cappuccino to wake me up, I settled for making egg-in-a-holes for myself and my daughter, Cassie. It was just the trick to give me the energy to put my gardening clothes on and get to work. I spread out the second load of topsoil and was pleasantly surprised to find that I wouldn’t need another load. When we finished up Saturday night, I thought we might need more to fill out the bed. I had my fingers crossed that we wouldn’t, mainly because the nursery we got the soil at was closed on Sundays, and I didn’t want to delay planting my bulbs any longer than necessary. What with the workweek starting and rain in the forecast four out of five days, I knew it would be better for all if I could get the bulbs planted.

But before I could get the bulbs in, I had to figure out where they all were going to go. Yes, I know, I should have plotted the layout earlier (that darn procrastination gene at work again). But I didn’t get it done earlier, so I got out the dry-erase board, markers and list of bulbs I had ordered. It probably took me as long to figure out where I wanted the bulbs to go as it did the actual planting. How tall will the Purple Lovegrass grow? When does the Helenium Red Jewel bloom? Is there too much of one color bunched in an area? My plan was to put a bird bath in the middle of the garden with a few garden stones leading up to it and mirroring the flowers on each side. I had

20120429-195627.jpg a minor moment of panic when I realized that a number of flowers I ordered came in 3s, which made it impossible to put the same number of each side. I finally decided it wouldn’t matter much and put 2 on one side and 1 on the other. I’m guessing I’ll be the only one who notices it when the flowers come up.

That was my next moment of panic. What happens if some of them don’t come up? One order of bulbs came more than two weeks ago, and had been sitting in the garage all this time. What if they had withered so much that I couldn’t nurse them back? I suppose I could do some mid-summer filling in with annuals, right? Might not look as symmetrical as I planned it, but I suppose it will work. And, again, if it doesn’t look just perfect, I’ll probably be the only one who notices it, right? I can’t hear you — RIGHT? Whew! That’s better.

I finish plotting out the flowers and put the caps back on the different colored markers. It’s now or never, I think, and haul everything – dry-erase board included – to the garden. Sunday’s upper 50s and lots of sun is even nicer than Saturday. One by one, I laid down the bulbs according to my dry-erase board. Some seem closer together than the board said they should be, but I couldn’t really worry about it. Using my trowel, I dug holes and carefully planted each of the bulbs. It was going pretty well until I got to the heleniums (I think). I planted the first one, but when I got to the second, I started wondering if I had planted the first one upside down.

20120429-195654.jpgBoth ends looked like roots. I decided which end I thought I should put in the dirt, then moved on. But I kept wondering if I was doing it right. And if I wasn’t, then the whole lot of them wouldn’t flower. Luckily, neighbor Jack came out of the house. I felt better when his first reaction was similar to mine — not quite sure which end was up. But I was relieved, too, when he pointed to one end and said “well, this end is sprouting, so the other end must be the roots.” I thanked him and promptly dug up the other three and switched them around.

When I finally got all of the flowers planted, I stepped back and looked at the garden. It looks pretty good, I remember thinking to myself. If everything actually comes up, it should look pretty good. And if it doesn’t come up, well, I’ll cross that bridge if it comes to that. For my final gardening act of the day, I pulled a couple garden hoses out of the garden shack, hooked them up and gave the flowers a good drenching.

Now comes the wait. I am hopeful and optimistic in so many ways. What a great way to end the weekend. I am happy — je suis tres heurese. Estoy feliz. Ich bin froh. Jestem szczęśliwy.

Life is good.

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  1. […] and placed them on a dry-erase board to get an idea of what I needed to buy. I kept the board to use for the actual planting and at some point realized I probably should keep it around to help remind me what flowers were […]

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