Monday, March 23, 2009
Clogging Along In The Garden..and Beyond
Saturday was to be a day all to myself, working in the garden, with any number of jobs waiting to be done. I had a list in my head of some of the usual spring jobs... spreading alfalfa meal around the roses, snipping berries off of the nandina (too red for a spring garden!), finishing spreading mulch, weeding out privet babies, black widow check on pot storage shelves. Then there were other thoughts flitting through... including "when are you ever going to put those bricks in along the front path?" I had a nice stash of bricks given to me by a friend who took out a patio. So without much planning I started digging along the edge of the path and settling in bricks. Crawling around on the ground I was grateful that I had remembered to change into my garden clogs. These are technically my old everyday Danskos...beat up, worn down, muddy... they work well for me as gardening shoes. They have a great sole for shoveling, protecting my feet from strain and it doesn't matter if they get wet since they rinse right off. I keep them by the back door and step out of my new everyday Danskos and into these on my way out then switch again on the way in. And dragging the toes on the ground when crawling doesn't change the way they look...they're already ragged.
After crawling around for a couple of hours I had the entire path edged, beginning with the section in the photo and continuing around the curve to meet with the main front garden path. In the process I moved a few cranesbills, ferns and cyclamen that had wandered into the path proper and discovered just how dry the soil was...if the rain that was threatening never materialized I was going to need to water those transplants well. I spent several more hours doing the above mentioned spring chores and ended just as the rain arrived. Perfect! However, Sunday morning I had to face the fact that the rain had done very little...it hadn't even washed the chalk drawings (left by day care artists) completely off the back concrete. So I went out to water and do a few other jobs...in and out, changing shoes as needed. I'm not sure when I lost track...when I was watering? When I went out to pick spinach for dinner? All I know is at 7:00 Sunday night, having just processed into church with the other Eucharistic ministers, I sat down in the pew as Mass began, looked down at my feet and realized that my new everyday Danskos were sitting by my back door. Oh well...my friend Carol says it just means I'm a gardening geek. I guess that isn't too bad.