April 1st, 2006



Forsythias are purchased, although I wasn't able to do it last night. I did remember to drop the Univega off at Casters for a tune-up. They told me it won't be done until the 19th, so any bike riding in the mean time will have to be on the widowmaker. Speaking of which, I asked the service guy about raising the bar on that bike, and he said I'd need to get a different handlebar post installed, since the new fangled posts aren't adjustable up and down the way the old fashioned kind were. Bother. No doubt they ain't cheap, either.

Since I was up that way, I drove over to the new Depot in Coventry. The garden center was open, but barren of forsythia, and a lot of other shrub-like products. Very strange. I tried stopping at the local Depot on the way home. It had lots of shrubs, but the garden center had already closed for the day. I went again early this morning, and got there just as it opened for the day. No crowds yet, whoot! Actually, it's kind of crappy out, gray and chilly, with occasional sprinkles, so I suspect the garden crowds will be small today anyway.

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.