Low-key didn’t happen yesterday. Don started a project moving large rocks found on our property to the secret garden area after he got a little over-enthusiastic with hoeing and weeding and took out one of the little wild areas that I liked. But I think he’s come up with a neat way to rectify that and it involves gorgeous, very old rocks. One thing about living where we live, there is an abundance of rocks – it’s also what makes gardening a challenge.
Anyway, I helped him with that for a couple of hours, we had some lunch, and then we went to pick up our grocery order. Then the disinfecting, which took a long time. Despite our merry “This is so easy!” as we picked up the groceries, we find disinfecting and washing and rewashing our hands stressful.
It’s done. We don’t have to shop for a while.
Newly opened in the Memorial Garden.
Today, although Don vowed to take it easy today, I’m betting there will be more rock moving. I have to weed whack. I’m awaiting a delivery from FedEx for someone’s birthday (next week.) I want to start a puzzle. I need to dust. Watering the seedlings and the porch plants will also be on the docket.
Today’s bouquet from my merry wanderer. He had to wriggle his way under a bridge in order to pick them. Lovely! Between you and me, I’m of the “Let the flowers stay where they are” mindset, but he gets such pleasure presenting these sweet bouquets to me! And I do love seeing them there in the kitchen. Or on the porch (where the stinky daisies are currently residing.)
Gosh, he’s a sweetheart. Best decision I have ever made? Don Sparks.
Stay safe.
Happy Tuesday.