Labor Day Weekend

I don't know what this holiday means to most people anymore. I'm a gardener, and the end of the season is in sight. Labor day weekend means labor.

My plans for today:

Finish setting up the compost bins Mark made for me this spring. Remove the firewood and stack elsewhere. Make one bin a dirt holding pile. Move the contents of the two bins to the third bin. Move the plastic composter and it's contents to the first bin. Set up the metal barrel ring in the second bin.

Plant the lenten roses (helleborus 'Royal Heritage' ^TM) and the hepatica acutiloba near the tree peony.

Plant the delphinium bellamosa out to the border, move the whiskey barrel off to the side of the patio.

Move the oenothera from the lamp border to under the lilacs. Shuffle the remaining plants in the lamp border. (move the blue pennstenum off the daffs.)

Clean the pond filter. Water the canna lilies.

More as I think of it.

It's noon. Time to get to work.

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Well, 'more' included planting the potted mock orange at the corner of the garage.

By the end of the day I managed to get three of the compost bins emptied: one is now filled with stuff that is nearly ready, and will be good to go come spring; one is set up with the metal barrel ring and the contents of the plastic compost bin; and one with the plastic composter ready to be started up again. I still have to pull the wood out of the fourth bin.

And I did get the pond pump cleaned, although I also realized that it works much better if you plug it in. Sigh.

And it's a sign of age I think, that I start the day planning to get 5 things done, end it with getting 2 things done, and end up feeling like I've done 12 things. I really need to work in the garden more often. It'd be good for me!

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[bill]

me too