One small problem, and it is a small one, is a sore wrist, the left, and I am unfortunately left handed. This is the first time the brace had to be applied because of overdoing not gardening, but computer work. The Blog! There is a long list of seasonal chores to be done before spring sneaks up on us and the heat returns. Let’s check the list for a task that does not involve wrist bending.
The light weight job that was planned for this warm day was the trimming of the annual dianthus. Annual usually means there is no housekeeping to be done after winter ravages the foliage, the plants are thrown in the compost at the end of summer, but in this case some of these have survived, about half of the original plantings done two years ago in the new bed in front.
Even though this is a non taxing task, it requires a wrist angle to cut that is not possible with the brace. Rats. What else can we do?
Ah, the yearly mowing of the monkey grass along the three sections of street front plantings. Being on a slope and not really caring for lawn, liriope was planted in several rows along the street to control weeds and give some uniformity to a hodgepodge planting spanning 200 feet of frontage. Planted within all this monkey grass are hundreds of daffodils, ‘Salome’ to be precise. If the grass is not tidied early, the daffodil foliage will emerge into the brown mops, detracting from the vision of loveliness. Normally the mowing happens in January but it seems something is occupying my time this year, could it be The Blog? Trusty and true, the electric mower had its blade sharpened for the first time in its eleven year lifespan and should do the job neatly and cleanly.
Two passes were made in the middle bed when old trusty kicked the bucket. Rats again. Hop into the vehicle and off to the big box store. “No ma’am, we didn’t order any electric mowers this year”, says the sales associate. He must have sensed the tears welling up and added ” But there is one left over from last year ” as he pointed to a large box on the top of the shelf near the ceiling. “I’ll take it” was the reply. Surprised he suddenly remembered that there might still be an assembled mower outside marked down! Marked down, did you hear that? Luck was with me , the purchase was made, and within minutes the new mower was rolling along cutting crisply.
Now the downside to all things electric is the cord. We have several very long cords and lots of outdoor receptacles. I made sure when the remodeling and building projects were done that there was no shortage of water faucets and plugs both indoors and out. A friendly tip, pay for the extra plugs and water outlets, you won’t regret it.
Here is the after shot from the other end, by the mailboxes, just to give some added interest to the shot. Come on up daffodils, we are ready for you.
Somewhat tidier now, hey, there are those hideous gold ball junipers. Add that job of replacing them to the seasonal chore list, pronto!
The final bed under the large pines. This is an easy one, only about twenty feet long.
There. All done for another year. It is somewhat hard physically to get this job finished but feels so good to have it neatly cut. If the day comes when it is not possible to push the mower over the large clumps, it can remain undone. I can live with that.
One more job that is behind schedule, the tossing of the fertilizer on the beds. One bag is not enough to cover all the plantings, so the most needy will get fed, this time it is the wall area behind the main house. But wait, what is that blur in the left of the photo?