Gardens are never finished are they? Every year there's some expansion or transplanting or change that occurs.
SM went and picked me up a load of compost the other day. He started to help me unload it but I waved him off knowing that he had other plans and that I could take my time shoveling the dirt from point A to point B.
I took my time and enjoyed feeling the stretch and pull of muscles that have hibernated since last year.
Yesterday I had a very unhappy back.
It's all muscular, thank goodness. Some massage, some ibuprofen and things got better. Not good enough to continue with all the garden projects I had lined up, but good enough that SM didn't hear me squawking every time I moved.
Until this morning.
This morning I am seized up tight. I hitched around a block to give the dogs a bit of a walk. Not my usual mile or two but they got a bit of sniff time.
Now I'm trying to stretch it out, mentally calling to SM to "wake up" so he can come and rub the knot out of my lower back.
Until then, I'll gaze upon my new flower beds.
I transplanted some hosta and daylily's here. One of the neighbors split rail fence broke so I'm using it here as a brace for the soil. I'll plant a petunia or two for a POP of annual color.
This is my new baby, though.
Inside the garden fence to protect it from the voracious bunnies we have around here, sits my new cutting flower garden. I've seeded it with about 6 different varieties of flowers. Zinnias, carnations...stuff like that. The black plastic landscape edging was left over from the fellow who lived here before us. This stuff is 15+ years old. I finally found a use for it!
At some point I'll buy some decorative brick to outline the bed. (Not anytime soon with this back!)
Oh good...I hear SM moving around now. I'll let him get a cup of coffee first and then get a back rub.
Lesson learned. Next time I'll let him help me unload the compost.