A quiet, early summer evening

It was intended to be a quiet, early summer evening.

I went out to the front yard and moved the three remaining bags of mulch off the pallet and piled them up by the  garage door. I made a promise to myself that I would spread that leftover mulch before the weekend.  Then I drug the pallet to the garage and hoisted it into the bed of the truck.

With that little chore taken care of, I watered the few containers on the front porch.  I didn’t do much with containers this spring.  My focus was more on the rest of the garden and I ran out of time.  But the few plants in containers seemed to be doing well, which pleased me.

I noted how dry the lawn is becoming and made a mental note to start watering by the weekend.   The neighbors walked by with their dogs and I waved hello.  Then I walked around to the back of the house and admired the newly edged and mulched beds.

I am happy that I hired a crew to do the edging and mulching for me.  Now I feel like I can focus on deadheading and weeding, “light work” for a gardener.

After I watered the containers on the back patio, which are mostly miniature hostas I wintered over, I walked around the garden beds with the hose and sprayed down the mulch.  I paused where I remembered I had planted something new and gave those plants an extra drink of water.

With this done I looked around and decided that instead of deadheading and weeding, I would set up some bamboo pole teepees in the vegetable garden cathedral and plant pole beans.  I wanted to do it earlier but time keeps slipping away, one pomordoro at a time. It took some finagling to get the poles set up, but I managed it somehow and sowed seeds for two kinds of pole beans around the bases.   When I finished sowing the beans, I called it done for the evening and headed inside.

It was intended to be a quiet, early summer evening.