Flowers

It's another Spring day. Dad and I are planting flowers, marigolds to be specific, 4 inch tall ones from 6-packs at Kmart, $24 on sale for a flat. That is pretty cheap. The bed we cleared of Day Lillies, overgrown and nipped at by the local mule deer (aka Columbia Blacktails), will be holding a thick bed of bright orange marigolds. It is about 1/3 planted now. We worked till we got tired, about a hour later.

First we waited for it to warm up. Then we worked in the sun, but all the bending and stooping and working the narrow shovel into the soil to churn it up so the plant can put its roots out, and mix in some fertilizer to help that, its work. You stir it up with the shovel, then push it aside deep in the dirt to make a space for the plant. When you pull the shovel out, the plant sinks another inch and you can shift the pellets of dirt around it safely, then water it in.

I'm still sore from the Library yesterday. I'm in kinda weak shape lately. It's middle age, I guess. The library is lots of moving around compared to writing here at my desk. I polished discs of audio books, and some movies too. They have Big Trouble In Little China. They have quite a few slightly older movies there, in the collection. Classics, basically.

I think the marigolds will look nice next to the growing hedge of carefully trimmed Rosemary. The bees certainly like it, and keeping bees alive is a good thing. The local rosemary attracts both native bees and honeybees, and we've got lots of them out there right now. Spring is lovely in the mountains. Make a point of seeing it in all its glory because summer comes on hard and hot around here. Before we know it, it will be too hot to be outside after 10 AM. That's just how things are.