Last weekend I worked like a dog. Well, Saturday I worked like a dog. Sunday, Charlie worked like a dog. I worked too but in a supportive role.
To explain, Saturday I tilled the vegetable bed. Pulling weeds and turning over soil is very hard work so I felt stiff and sore that night and I had trouble sleeping even after taking pain killers. But it’s done.
Sunday, we moved three hydrangea bushes because they weren’t doing well where they were plus I wanted to enjoy them closer to the house. We also moved three globe cedars and one cedar tree.
I’d take pictures of our progress but nothing is blooming yet and photographing baren gardens is boring. It won’t be long, though. We’re nearing the end of April and come May, everything will change. For now we’re getting lots of rain which is good for the garden and also because my sistern will be filled up again.
Now you know all about my exciting life.
The window boxes are constructed, lined and stained. I found out that Canadian Tire doesn’t carry lumber. I felt like an idiot asking their staff where they kept lumber. (No wonder they looked at me funny.) However, just down the road from Canadian Tire is Rona and they do sell lumber etc. They cut the boards to size, we brought them home, Charlie glued and screwed them together, I stained them and we both lined them with heavy gauge plastic to protect the wood from rotting. So now we wait for good weather so we can install them which reminds me, I still have to buy 4 legs and 6 brackets. The big window box is 7 feet long. Once the soil and plants are in, it will need more than just brackets for support. That’s why we need the legs as well. I used a stain called “Witch’s Broom”. It’s dark – charcoal. I gave them 4 coats. I use the same stain for the porches. I like almost black. It makes everything pop.
Today our contractor “Big Dog” delivered the shingles. He’s called by his Mohawk name. Great guy. Does excellent work. Later, they’ll bring the scaffolding to re-roof the house. It’s always something, isn’t it?
We thought it would never come but all things do end. Anyway, beautiful sunny winter days won’t be around for a while now. Spring is very nice but until all the snow has melted and the frost is out of the ground it’s messy and dirty. However, good spring rains will wash the dirt away and help the ground thaw. Meanwhile, leave your boots outside the house, preferably outside the porch.
I’ve sown seeds in pots. This time it’s only flower seeds for my window boxes. They’ve germinated and now I hope they’ll grow into nice plants ready for transplanting. I still have to buy the materials for constructing window boxes. I’m attempting to do it myself. At Canadian Tire they will cut to size, I’m told. I must remember to get stainless steel nails or screws. Then I have to line them with something so the wood won’t rot and I have to paint them and I also need brackets to attach to the house. Doesn’t sound like much but it’s a lot of work. Also, I have to stain the two porches this year again. And I haven’t even mentioned the gardens yet.
Well, I did squat all winter so time to get ready for sweaty work.
It’s still cold and snowy but change will be coming soon.
What’s that in Fahrenheit? Minus 16 Fahrenheit. That’s not so cold. What’s everybody yammering about? Well, most of the yammering is coming from the Toronto stations. What a bunch of whiners. They are too lah-di-dah for me sometimes.
Well, look who’s talking. I’ve been hibernating most of the winter making my soups and stews and watching Netflix. But, you don’t hear me complaining.
I’ve thought of joining the snowbirds and flying south for the winter. I don’t know. Where would we go? Somewhere more interesting than Florida, I hope. Besides sitting on the beach and going out for dinner, what would we do?
What about Portugal. Or Italy. You know – somewhere warm. Of course, that would involve getting on a plane.
Or, I could just stay home.
There’s no getting around it. Freshly fallen snow under sunny skies is a sight to behold. That is until the snow plows come by and throw all the muck on our property. Then the sanders and the salters do their thing – not once, not twice but with every snowfall. The trick is to get out there and take pictures before their appearance. Of course, that’s not always possible because these services run 24/7.
Well, it’s not that bad. They’re doing their job so we can drive safely on our roads without slipping and sliding all over the place. In the Spring another set of trucks roll by vacuuming up the sand that invariably gathers by the side of the road. That’s when you know Spring is really here.
Unfortunately, we often get grey skies and it doesn’t snow every day. Whether our furry weatherman, Wiarton Willie sees his shadow or not, it’s still six weeks of winter.
I’m not really complaining. I like evenings spent by the fire watching Netflix. I like making soups and stews this time of year. And I like dreaming of the garden and what it will become this Spring. Definitely, the anticipation is better than the reality which is a lot of sweaty work while covered with bug repellant and oh those achy muscles. Despite that, we can’t wait to get dirty. Working in the garden is when I’m happiest. Don’t ask me why. There’s no explanation.
They’re just little now and look a bit sparse but we had to give them room to spread. They come alive in the winter.
Except for a few more trimmings we’re pretty well done putting the garden to bed. I still have a lot of watering to do to help the new cedars survive the winter. I’m told to water right up to hard freeze. Also, I’m leaving the kale. It gets better tasting with the frost. What an awesome plant. It just keeps producing and producing. And it’s highly nutritious so it’s a win, win.
I still have to purchase some black mulch to put around the Japanese Maple etc. Oh and I have to bring in the tropical tree we’ve had outside all summer. Fig tree, I think it’s called. It can take light freeze but not hard freeze. So, almost finished but not quite.
We’ve bought and carved the pumpkin and it’s sitting outside waiting for Halloween. We don’t get many kids but we’re always ready for them.
It’s turkey time. Got the bird. Got the trimmings. Just making dessert now. My favourite time of year.