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I had to do something with myself today...without my boy to nurse or soothe or just be with me in the same room I found I still had the same knot of anxiety in my stomach that I have felt ever since Marcus started to falter. I bought more of the Feather Reed Grass that he and the others have eaten down to a four inch nub (It should be 18"-24" high; I guess it's tasty). I bought a Bloodgood Japanese maple to anchor one corner of the roof deck. I think I'll put either chicks and hens or woolly thyme as ground cover around it. The other stuff will go below the arctic willow. I would name the tree for Marcus but things winter unpredictably in containers here and I could not bear to see Marcus die again over the winter. So the garden as a whole will be his. Something will survive. I got red fountain grasses and Stella d'Oros and two varieties of echinacea, catnip of course, a snakeroot and several other things which I can't quite remember now so that will be a nice surprise for me. I already have a dwarf lilacs with phlox ground cover and loads of spiky blue salvia, and I have a bunch of perennial ornamental grasses and mosses that have come back, plus dianthus and thrift.
I had hoped to spend this unhappy weekend doing some honest brain-draining physical labor out there but they won't be delivering my stuff until Tuesday morning. I hope it doesn't turn Arctic by then. That's what happened after my first big plant delivery ... when I tried to loosen up the soil gale winds were trying to carry it away and I started to stiffen up and hurt as I was starting my work rather than when I finished it. So that delivery went into the dirt in very small batches at a time. It was all I could take.
Now it is a beautiful day and a good day to work hard and I badly need the distraction. Well, I have a few things left here so I guess I will make the best of it. I can't even keep myself absorbed by Breaking Bad or Wallander.
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