Making the Bed

I bundled up in my warm ranch jacket for chores this morning.  I was still wearing it when we went to the farmers market.  We were there early because the moving company was sending a truck out to pick up our empty boxes.  The truck was waiting when we got back home at 9:00.  While Brett helped them load boxes, I put the vegetables and fruit away.  I asked one of the farmers, who had gorgeous basil, why my basil always turns black in the refrigerator.  He said to treat it like a bouquet: cut the bottom of the stems off and put the basil in water. He said it will last a few weeks and even grow roots.  I love talking to the farmers about their produce.

The front porch looks great with all the boxes gone.  The boxes had been stacked, two deep, as high as the window -- covering the window.

Brett wanted to go into town and look for shelving for the laundry room.  The lumber yard was closed for inventory - the nerve.  So, we went to the nursery instead.  I bought lavender, salvia and penstemon to plant where the picket fence used to be.  I traded my jacket for a sweatshirt, got to work planting and Brett got to work with the weed whacker.

Penstemon "Glitterbelle"

Lavender "Silver Frost"

Salvia "Hot Lips"

I added iris, daffodil and then sprinkled a mix of Sierra wildflowers over the top.  Everything is deer resistant except the wildflowers.

Brett was weed whacking under the oak trees next to the dressage court.  It looks like a park now.  In the future, he should be able to stay on top of the mowing with his ride-on mower.  We never did ride.  The horses didn't seem to mind; they were very busy.

We finished up as the sun was going down.  As soon as the sun sinks, it gets cold.  I lit a fire, threw some sweet potatoes from the farmers market into the oven, and took a long hot shower.  My shoulders ached from digging holes all afternoon.  But its a good ache and my flower bed is made.  Time for wine.