Saturday, October 04, 2014
October--Really?
I have had Russian Sage in my front garden bed for two (or is it three) full years. It was supposed to look like this by now. It doesn't. So, I am going to have to dig the pitiful plants up and move them to a new location. Again. Why does it take me so long to get plants in the right spot? In my defense I got the heather right the first time. I'm thinking the sage needs the same sort of spot. Dry and sunny. Pitiful soil. Neglect. I am being "too kind" in the spot where it lives right now. I guess.
Anyway. Today I worked a Saturday because of a class I was teaching. Bulbs. It went well. I have tomorrow off. I am pretty much worn to the nub. Working Tuesday to Saturday. About 40 hours which is not usual for me. Tomorrow no alarm clock. Fingers crossed that I don't just wake up at 6 am anyway.
Tomorrow I am pulling all the turnips out of the garden. The red onions. The last of the jalapeños.
I am getting the garlic bed prepped for a new crop of garlic (even though I hardly eat any) because I think I will be sending a few nice fat heads to my son. He likes it roasted. In four months I will be starting more onions from seed. The next garden season begins and ends in a loop.
I plan to finish my book (W is for Wasted) this weekend and start my next book (Marco Effect). I think you use up more calories reading than you do watching television.
My rash is gone. Zyrtec. My knee pain is back--the kind that was from fluid on the knee. No swelling. Too much walking on the uneven parking lot. I had the big (really BIG) containers in the parking lot to empty and fill with Alberta Spruces and mums. Lots of back and forth. Too much.
Well that's my tale of woe for the end of September into October. It's cold and wet here in Maine. But when the sun shines the colors of the Fall Trees are absolutely STUNNING against that pure blue Maine sky. Love it.
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You're right on th Russian Sage. It thrives on neglect. I have it in the xeriscape with the rocks and it lives it.
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