Following the Shade:
When temperatures are in the 80s and 90s, then by midday the
gardener has to “Follow the Shade,” moving as the shade moves, and avoiding the
harder work, such as hoeing and mowing. By no means having to avoid the
pleasure of gardening. A lot of that these days.
Rain, Mowing, and Potatoes
Unlike in many parts of the country, we have had more
than adequate rain, more like April than May, a real thunderstorm last
night. Grass and weeds so tall and lush that it takes long to dry out
enough to mow between rains, and the mower clogs up on the wet and lush growth
and quits. I will never catch up. The back gardens are at
their glory with roses, clematis, and peonies; just ignore the weeds which try
to detract from the flowers. “Look at me, too, I’m here.” And the
potatoes—hip high, so lush I am afraid they are going all to foliage and
flowers and there will be no potatoes. We shall see.
Hands Dirty or Clean?
Hazel and I were working together, spreading a truckload of
mulch, weeding as we went, on foundation planting around the
house. She remarked on my bare hands, that I must like working in
the dirt. It is true, I never wear gloves. I said, “Well, I guess I
would rather get my hands dirty working in the garden than clean washing the
dishes.” Truth. When we were through, she came in the house to wash
her hands, went to the kitchen sink, and was stopped, by a sinkful of dishes
soaking.
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