I (finally) got most of my flowers potted up and am ready to take off for the lake for the long holiday weekend. I don’t know about you, but I am certainly looking forward to the break.
It was good to get some yard work done this week, in spite of the massive winds of Tuesday night, and it also feels good to be pretty much prepared for the gardening season. The vegetables are all in and we’re just waiting for them to start growing.
I finished the potted flowers on Wednesday night and am ready to see them take off. The first of the irises are blooming and the peonies have buds that look like they’re about ready to burst.
This is a wonderful time of year for a gardener—the air smells wonderful and everything just seems filled with possibilities.
I am looking forward to the long weekend at the lake, but I am also really looking forward to having the following couple of weekends at home—I feel like I’ve been neglecting my little portion of land this spring. I don’t think that’s necessarily true, but since the weather has been so nice for so long, it sort of feels like I’m behind, even though I’m really not.
I also made a pledge to myself to slow down occasionally and just enjoy the view—before my mother-in-law died last week, she told her pastor that, since she knew this would be her last summer, she was going to make a point to enjoy the flowers. She obviously didn’t get that chance—but I feel like now, when I make a point to stop and enjoy my gardens this summer, I will be thinking of her.
In the meantime, there are still a few things to take care of (aren’t there always??). This weekend I’ll get my mom’s geraniums at the lake potted up and have a chance to check out the brand-new raised vegetable beds—it will be nice to get my hands in the dirt when I’m there on the weekends, as well.