Karen Biko is Jazzed!!
Random thoughts, delights, and opinions…
My Garden Makes Me Smile
Last weekend I took Saturday and made it mine. I felt that there were no pressing issues that I HAD to deal with and that I could take a day to do something. It started out small with a hose hanger for the side of the house. Right above where weeds were continually growing.
Katelin pitched in and although she didn’t want to get her hands into the dirt, she did clean off the front step. Taking down the chairs, and hosing out all the cobwebs and stuff that collects in the corners.
Meanwhile I decided to build a little garden under that hose. So I got out the tools and soon enough I was pulling out grass and weeds, and dealing with the mess. I mixed up what dirt what there, with my own compost that had been cooking all last year and through the winter… and now I had a little patch of dirt.
I decided to go shopping. I had been reluctant to buy many plants because we are living thin, and I felt that it was an extravigance that I just shouldn’t do. But I had a gift certificate, and some clear ideas of what I was looking for.
One of those was a rose that I had at our house in Riverbend…I dearly miss it. But as I walked the greenhouse isles, finding all sorts of treasures, I didn’t find my rose. So I bought a substitute. An Adelaide Rose (which I feel was appropriate because Gramma’s sister was Adelaide).
I felt giddy as I came home with my plants. I had forgotten how much I loved that feeling. Another hour and everything was in place. I took my lawn chair and sat at the side of my house and smiled.
I even started working on my new gardening journal (which I will go into more detail another time). I was so energized that I went into the back yard and started working on the half completed back garden.
Once it was cleaned up I knew another trip to the greenhouse was in store. So Sunday morning that is just what I did. This time I went to another place and guess what I found!!?? My rose! All these years I had thought it was called a Daphne Rose, but I found out that it is actually a Morden Hoodless Ruby!
I’m so pleased that I actually planted her in the back yard, because now when I sit out I can look at her and look at her. She smells wonderful, and she makes me smile. A part of me will always call her Daphne.
I’m pretty Jazzed about that…