I know right off when the day is destined to be a good one. I can tell by the slant of sunlight through my kitchen window. This simple ray of sunshine, as yellow as the apples it shines upon, sends me working out into the yard all day long. The world could turn upside down and I’d be fine as long as I’m busy in the garden.
That was yesterday and yesterday was my favorite sort of day. A trip to the nursery and lots of digging in the dirt. Today I feel the ache in my back. It’s a good ache—the ache of transplanting hostas and moving around day lilies. Sometimes plants need to be relocated. Sometimes I think I must do it for the feel of it.
Our irises are beginning to bloom. They remind me of my Nana. She grew iris all around our home place on the farm. I wonder if my great-grandmother planted them? Mine came from my sister-in-law who got them from my mother-in-law’s yard in Ft. Smith. Love them!
I never had much luck with columbine in Dallas (not sure why), but here in Fayetteville these lovely ladies are happy happy!
Yesterday, John and I “planted” three Ollas in our beds near our azaleas. Ollas are a great way to naturally irrigate. We brought ours from Dallas, and they’ve been hanging out in the garage waiting to be used in Arkansas. You can read more about Ollas HERE. Last summer these azaleas struggled in the late afternoon sun and heat. This year I’m expecting better results since they will have this special watering source. Yay.
My salvia is putting on a show. I transplanted this salvia last spring from a container we had in Dallas. It is thicker and healthier growing in the soil. And the Fayetteville climate probably has something to do with it too.
Based on this morning’s slant of sunlight through my kitchen window, today may be a repeat of yesterday. That would be a very good thing. Happy Sunday, y’all!
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