Orange Flowers For HeWho

 

Our recent trip to Walmart found me outside in the rain picking through the clearance area in the garden center. I scored petunias and those happy daisies. HeWho wandered out to find me and on the way, he found the lilies. Actually, he called them orange flowers, having no idea what they were. I was hesitant because they were not on sale but was easily talked into them.

Decided to just use the pine straw for mulching purposes since it is right here on my property. More about that later. The colorful pebbles claim to glow in the dark. I scattered them among the dianthus, but I am far too tired to hike up my drive to see if it is true. 

I planted HeWho's orange flowers this evening. I asked where he wanted them, and he chose the area along the driveway. I need more straw. Lots of it.

I made my way up my driveway planting the day lilies I bought last week. I still have a bucket half full waiting to be put in the ground. Look up my drive and you will see a pile of limbs and such waiting to be burned or disposed of. Look closely and you will see pine limbs with straw on them. I will not burn this until I harvest the straw and carefully tuck it around my plants. Time consuming, you ask? Of course it was, but it was free! 

I know I will end up buying more straw or mulch. I found lots of rocks to pack around my steps. So much work to be done. It won't happen overnight, but I have plenty of time on my hands. 

Iris plants here. I swear it looks more like onions! They are struggling but will probably be in bloom next year. I am hoping for another load of rock to fill in the ditch by my driveway. I am hoping to fill in the slope with plants. The iris and lilies will start to spread and in the meantime, I will toss marigold seed along the slope.

So, as I was happily working on my slope, listening to an audio book, I heard the mower start and soon HeWho was riding up the drive. He decided to mow while I was gardening. I could no longer hear my book, so I turned it off and busied myself moving stuff out of his way. He hit some bare spots several times and filled the air with fine particles of dirt that fell into the water he had so thoughtfully brought to me.

He finished the "grass" around the She Shed and decided to move the very narrow strip on the other side of the drive. That was annoying but took no time at all. When I next looked up, the man had decided to mow the driveway next to ours. Why? I don't know! I went on about my business and heard the mower turn off. I looked over to the next drive and the mower was at an odd angle and HeWho was not on it. I yelled out asking if he was okay.

No answer. While I stood debating with myself on whether to go down the steps or walk up further so I could look down at the next drive which is a lot steeper than my drive, He stood up and asked me to help him look for his glasses and hearing aid.

This required walking up the rest of my drive and then down the next drive with mincing little steps to keep from falling forward down this drive. He located his glasses before I got there. The mower was bogged down into the ditch and HeWho was searching for the hearing aid that he swears works fine (but doesn't). I joined him in the search and asked where he found his glasses, thinking the hearing aid should be close by. "Here, but that (pointing) is where I fell off the mower."

I found it and he got the mower out of the ditch and went on to mow our portion of the meadow. I wondered if I should have gone with him. Do they even make two-seater mowers? Is this a diabolical scheme to suck the pleasure of gardening from my life? Times like this I miss the campground and all my trusty keepers of HeWho!