This morning was all about a funeral. It was for a woman who left the area many years ag o. Sadly only her daughter and some family were able to make it back for it. The son was hit with a flare up of Rheumatoid Arthritis and so wasn’t able to attend. He was fearful that it would happen and it did. James went with me and by noon we were helping with the clean up. It was fun to work in the kitchen, but lots of work even for the few amount of people who were there. The family was invited to stay and visit at the tables as long as they needed. The workers all headed home to rest or enjoy the rest of the day in the great out of doors.
We headed off to home with the intention of planting the potatoes. James and Paulina took the pails of leftover potatoes from last year that were growing in the basement to the garden. By the time they had finished there were 90 hills of potatoes. I never knew that James throws in two to three old potatoes per hill. If we buy seed potatoes it is only one. He said the amount that we had this year would have filled the whole garden if we did one per hill. Yikes.
I didn’t actually help with this project. The potatoes have never been my strong suit. I am better with the tomatoes and the peppers and all of the seeds that need to go into the ground. James said he has planted potatoes since he was just a little tyke helping his mother. I am glad to have one thing in the ground without my assistance.
I spent part of the day going back and forth between the washer and the clothes line. There was just enough wind to twist things around and mainly it was good for drying items that normally wrinkle. If there is a bit of a breeze, the wrinkles blow out.
We also decided to do the sod thing. We pulled up the sod (AKA grass) beside the drive-way to make a bulb garden. I have been wanting to get the bulbs, both tulips and iris into a south facing area and out of the wind a bit. The grass we took out was transferred over to the walk area that we have been wanting to put in place for a couple of years. Here is the story in pictures.
I did some of the digging for this, but James and Paulina did a fair about too. I am so stiff and sore from crawling around and planting those bulbs that I just want to soak in a hot tub, but with this blog and a message to write for tomorrow, it is going to be a bit before I see the tub. Oh some smelly-soaky bubble stuff would just feel wonderful, maybe even in the big claw footed one. Anyway, here are a few more pictures.
As I was walking around the house, I found a few other interesting pictures. We have some tulips coming up. Most others in the area have tulips up, but they have them with a south sun. After this year, mine should be in a better spot to come up early.
The rhubarb is also starting to come through again. I really need to divide some of this and pass on a plant or two to Victoria in Dickinson. Jaxon loves that rhubarb-strawberry jelly, and I won’t be making it forever.
Now for the picture of the walk way in the front of the area. Oh yes, I had to get a load of bricks from behind the shop to edge the new plot. I salvaged them from the school when they were taking down the old chimney. My mother was so angry when they were dumped in the yard, but I have used them in more places than you can imagine, and I saved the city landfill from having to bury them all.
What have you been doing in your garden??