I’ve been working at a friend’s. She wants a backyard redo. With veggies.
Graph paper and planning. Chats and sketches. Texts back and forth and back and forth. It was time. The first 4 cubic yards of compost delivered.
Thankful, these weeks, for outdoor distanced meditative work. Shoveling. Wheeling barrows of soil food. Over and over.
It’s time to order five more. And plants. Then mulch.
Is the landscape yard still open? Should they be?
The nursery is still open. I can’t gather my self to go.
We may end up, with the best laid plans. With life laid on thick. And come up short on starts.
Ooh, that’s a pretty iris. My irises have been nuts this spring, though falling over, which has never really been a thing.
We’re helping my SIL with mulch–7 yards will be delivered today. We felt like that was safer with less plastic involved. Still, it’ll be hard on the back and shoulders. I’ll plant a few things for her, but probably wait until fall for the rest. What I’ve planted so far is doing well. Gardens are life.
They really are! As are wheelbarrows with aired up tires 😉
“…outdoor distanced meditative work” — a blessing here as well.