Spring at last! When moist black soil feels better than expensive lotion to my hands. How odd for someone who can’t stand to clean out the sink strainer or gets grossed out if she has stick her hand down into the disposal! Somehow spring dirt just doesn’t feel dirty (until the dogs start tracking it in!).
I ordered a bunch of bulbs and plants way back in March and, at long last, they arrived last Saturday night. It was too late that night to plant, so I unpacked. That modest shipping bag held at least 50 bulbs and plants (including my splurge – a lemon tree)!
Fortunately, we had great rains earlier in the week, and the soil was the perfect consistency when I got down to the job of planting. Finally, the tulips and daffodils and fruit trees and spring flowers have begun blooming! Such a lovely fragrance to work by.
Planting bulbs when you can still see the early perennials is ideal. You don’t accidentally slice into unknown bulbs or damage other perennials when you can see at least a tendril unfurled. I felt confident that they were all safe from my little hand spade. I also planted asparagus, which came as dry roots and required the big spade and two deep holes. I wore a pair of cloth gloves with rubber coating on the palms. These are the best I’ve had so far! Look Ma, no blisters! But, I still had to take them off for the work of placing and then covering over the smaller bulbs.
After four hours of kneeling, squatting, shoveling and watering, my major muscle groups felt it. In fact, they complained at me for the next two days. These minor inconveniences are but a small price to pay, however, and I proudly display my less than attractive nails. They are my badge of honor for the flowers to come!
Next week - the remainder of the vegetables from my little greenhouse go into the ground!
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