12 March 2001
So. The verdict on the roses is that they're more trouble than they're worth unless you really like roses - which I don't. I was just fascinated by this blue rose. And then it turned out that the picture in the catalog was heavily doctored, and the blue roses are more like pink with a hint of lavender. Still pretty, I'll grant, but nothing to inspire me to the amount of work that the bush would actually be.
So now I'm thinking of getting myself a couple of pussywillows for the back yard instead. Pussywillows, at least, are low-maintenance, and the cut branches last weeks, if not months.
Saturday morning, despite a bit of chill in the air, I watered the garden plot with weedkiller solution, weeded the mulch beds, got got my starter seeds planted in a little plastic greenhouse, and planted the pitiful stick-trees we'd been sent by the Arbor Day Foundation.
I have my doubts about the stick-trees. When we'd gotten the package from them in December, we'd put it in the garage for planting this spring. When I opened the package, the directions said we should have planted them back in December. Oops. One of the sticks snapped in half as I was taking them out of the package, dry as tinder. The rest still had some suppleness, but I'm not really holding out a lot of hope. The crape myrtle might survive - those things survive anything - but I'm pretty sure the rest of them bought it.
I'm very excited about the tomatoes, though. The little plastic greenhouse I bought to germinate seeds in has twenty-five little peat pockets. Nine of them are home to tomato seeds. (Six hold columbine seeds, and five each cucumber and squash, in case you're curious. The carrot seeds I'll sow directly into the garden.)
Of course, the garden will only actually hold two, maybe three tomato plants. It's a very small plot. So I'm trying to decide what to do with the rest of them. Right now I'm thinking of planting maybe two more in pots and keeping them on the porch. After all, K.T., Kris, and my parents will all want to share in the bounty - and those are only the people who've already said something.
Naturally, because I spent several hours working in the slightly nippy air Saturday morning, Sunday was the perfect day for gardening. If only I'd known. Instead, I spent most of the day on the computer. I did take a two-hour break in the evening after Matt left to play frisbee to meet Kris to go bike riding. We met in Colonial Williamsburg, which is a lovely place to ride because it's nice and flat, and the main road is exactly one mile long, which makes it easy to keep track of how far you've gone.
We managed six miles, or maybe a little more, though we weren't exactly racing. It was good girl-time, though. We complained about our husbands ("No Help At All"), Kris talked about her pregnancy, we bitched about various aspects of work... Theraputic, and all. And it felt good to get out in the beautiful weather and move around.
And then I went home to get back on the computer, where I stayed - I really didn't mean to do this - until almost 12:30. Cat woke me up at 5 this morning. I'm feeling chipper, yep.
Though actually, I don't feel as tired as I thought. Sure, I'm yawning a little, but not really dragging. I'm trying to decide whether I'm getting used to being short on sleep, or if I'm just deluding myself.
Yeah, I'm betting on delusion, myself.
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Currently Reading:
- Plan B by Steve Miller and Sharon Lee
Current Projects:
- I swear, I'm going to start them back up any day now!