Saturday, April 1st, 2006
9:32 pm - Could Be Worse... Could Be Raining...  
The forsythias are all five of them in the ground. I expect they'll eventually become beautiful shrubs, providing color in the spring, and some back yard privacy through the summer. Now, however, they resemble nothing so much as clusters of pea brush sticking out of the ground. I shall be patient.

It turned out to be a pleasant, sunny afternoon, at least until about 4 o'clock or so. It started sprinkling as I was digging the final hole, but not much fell until after I had the last one planted, the tools put away, and all the resulting detritus cleaned up. Even then it wasn't much of a rain. As it passed, though, it produced an absolutely lovely rainbow opposite the setting sun. By that time I was sitting at my desk, admiring the rainbow out the kitchen window, and the sunset out the front, while my muscles stiffened up like epoxy.

It's amazing how just a couple three hours of physical labor will do that to you as you get older. The muscles complained a bit, especially those in my back, when I first got started, but once I got going they quieted down as they got used to it. It was hard work. The turf in my yard is very thick, so digging up the sod cover is a chore. Once the sod is gone, digging the rest of each hole isn't that bad, but it's still bending and lifting. Then there's all the carrying. Moving the plants around, removing the sod and carrying it back by the evil thicket, hauling dirt and manure, it all adds up. The plants were way heavier than the rhododenrons I planted last year. They were bigger, but most of the weight was located inside the burlap sack containing the root ball. I doubt very much these were grown locally, because the soil inside the burlap was dried, rock hard clay, something that you just don't find round these parts. It was like carrying loads of adobe bricks. (Note to self: get wheelbarrow.) (Second note to self: get shed to store wheelbarrow in.)

Tonight, I am making like a lump and drinking merlot. I was going to listen to the Dodgers and the Angels play later, but I suspect I'll be zonked out by then. Must remember to take lots of ibuprofen before I do.
 
 
Current Mood: beat
 
 
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arlissarliss on April 2nd, 2006 - 09:30 pm
H says, "(Third note to self: get shit to put in wheelbarrow)"

I so hear you on the stiffening. If I could just keep moving at a reasonably busy pace 24/7 I'd never have the chance to stiffen up. The days of not having to limber up slowly are long gone, for me.

There's an onramp to the Interstate here that runs between two high banks. The DOT has forsythia planted on both banks, and when it's blooming, as it is this week, it's glorious. I call it, in my mind where nobody can hear how sappy, "The Valley of Gold".
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DXMachinadxmachina on April 2nd, 2006 - 11:14 pm
RIDOT is also big on forsythia, or forsythia interplanted with something pinkish-purple, which might be mini rhododenrons, or something else. Very pretty for the couple of weeks they're in bloom. I often considered just stopping and taking cuttings to propagate them, but feared the inevitable, "But, officer..."
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