The snow has melted and uncovered pitiful flowerbeds. Filled with last summers dead stalks, dead annuals and fallen leaves which act as cold weather insulation for roots and bulbs. I don’t prune perennial’s in the fall, because my mother believed not doing that keeps frost from going down the steams and damaging roots. She taught me most of what I know so, of course, I honor and garden by her rules.
Here’s another tip of hers that I’m certain has no real merit, yet it makes me smile and I still follow it, “Don’t water your plants at night”. She would add, “Do you like to go to bed with wet feet?”
Last Tuesday the beautiful spring day enticed my cleanup to begin.
A lack of this type of activity during the winter decreases my stamina for being bent over picking up leaves and pruning plants so after 3 hrs my back screamed, enough for one day.
It took three heaping wheelbarrows to get 4 out of 8 flowerbeds cleaned out. One more bed than planed because why walk a half full wheelbarrow to the compost bin.
I miss the days when I could complete all my yard-work in one shot. Maintenance free landscaping sounds more appealing each year. I can picture graveled beds with large placed boulders, unique driftwood and waving sea grasses, but I know I’d miss the colorful blossoms come summer.
Wednesday morning, I struggled out of bed. My back hadn’t forgiven me and using a very technical term, my bend-over-butt and leg muscles also expressed great displeasure with yesterday’s activities.
With coffee in hand I sat in my recliner regretting, again like every year, my gung-ho approach for that first-day of yard-work.
Why can’t I learn to space it out, do one flowerbed to start or at least in the weeks ahead prepare my body by stretching and maybe exercising those dormant muscles? As I blow my nose, probably from all the dust and pollen stuff I disturbed the day before, I know the answers.
- I enjoy being active but devoting time to actually exercising has never been something I can stick with for more than a few consecutive days.
- Weeding is a chore I dread doing. I’m not one who says, “Oh, I love to putts in flowerbeds.” For me, it can’t end fast enough. Sometimes, I wonder what I’m missing that makes me not find the so-called pleasure in gardening.
Mister’s pride shows in how he takes care of our lawns. He may grumble once in a while about how quick it grows, but that’s because he keeps fertilizing it. They are still too wet for his work to start.
The flowerbeds are mine to tend. I wouldn’t consider myself having a green thumb but plants grow and blossom. I do the necessary things, I fertilize, water, weed and prune. The problem is I’d rather do just about anything else.
If you’re a returning reader you’ve heard me mention before,
I’m a winter girl.
I have indoor plants that bloom all year and I don’t have to kill my back, sweat, get sun burned, or swat mosquitos while tending them.
Okay, I’ve whined enough.
Attitude changes everything. It’s time for me to practice what I preach. Find the positives.
I’m grateful I woke and could get out of bed, many don’t or can’t.
I’m grateful for sunny days even though the snow is gone.
I’m grateful to have a yard and yes maybe even the demanding flowerbeds.
Most of all, I’m grateful for every extra day with Mister, family and friends.
Once the season gets into full swing, every morning like other years, I’ll be checking flowerbeds anxiously watching things grow.
Do you have a least favorite outside chore?
Do you enjoy gardening and have a green-thumb?