And Adam was a gardener. –William Shakespeare (1592 Henry VI)
Who ever heard of a “yard woman”? It’s always a “yard man”. But I’m here to tell you that I played the role of “yard woman” this week, and while I’ve got some seriously sore muscles, bruises and dinged legs… it sure was fun!
Maybe I should say I am a “gardener”? Sounds more genteel, doesn’t it. “Adam was a yard man” doesn’t quite have the same cachet.
The weather forecast was promising… we’d been experiencing unstable conditions that led to thunderstorms over the past few days. Rain was all around us, but it never quite made it over here. It’s probably because I didn’t wash my car. Yes, that must be it.
The experts called for more of the same, so I thought I’d gamble (in hopes that it would finally be our turn for rain), and did some serious transplanting. Ike left a huge hole in our tree canopy (we had to take down 4 mature oaks), and all the plantings by the back pond which had previously been in the shade, were now experiencing blazing sunlight at certain points during the day. They did NOT like this sunlight, and it showed.
Digging in the dirt is therapeutic. My back might not agree, but I was a woman on a mission, so I ignored all twinges. First, I dug up the now inappropriate plants and relocated them to a shadier spot. Then I went and dug up plants that like the sun (from our front flower “circle”) and put them in the spots vacated by the shady types.
Final step was to water deeply and just wait for the rain… which of course, never came, because I didn’t go get my car washed, dang it! I forgot that important step.
So after I cleaned myself up (another important step), I watched as my transplants wilted in the heat of the day. They were in shock from being rudely yanked from their previous settings. I know it will take time for them to establish themselves, and with some TLC on my part (i.e. generous watering and a light pruning), I hope they will rally. But if they don’t, it’s not like they cost me any money; that’s what I like about transplanting from my own yard.
My actual yard man will come at some point this week and wonder why in the heck I didn’t have his crew do for me what I wanted. Three reasons…One, I knew exactly what I wanted to transplant and where to put them. Two, frankly my dear, I’d rather do it myself! Number three, of course, is that it didn’t cost me any money, which is important these days as I’m anticipating a daughter’s wedding down the road.
Postscript: Yesterday I seriously trimmed trees/shrubs and left all the remains to “yard man”, who indeed came and cleaned up the mess I’d made. He also brought me new perennials to add to the mix and planted them. Still NO RAIN. Watering like crazy.
I think it’s rain dance time.
Post postscript: Alas, rain dance didn’t work. Still watering. So far, so good. Stay tuned!