Back or no, I managed to get into the garden yesterday and today. The doctor said I could bend over and it would not make it worse. That’s good news. Of course straightening up is the challenge.
Our balmy February continues. The big snow forecast for last weekend failed to materialize. Once again the snow plows were out spreading salt unnecessarily.
David and I moved the tiny hydrangea shrub, the third time. I had thought it would be much smaller when it matured, but when I reread the description which said my little 6″ shrub would be 7×7 feet when fully grown, I said unless I want to be constantly hacking on the darn thing to keep it out of our faces, we better move it again.
Hellebore (Photo credit: Phil @ Delfryn Design)
This replanting led us to reposition another stone in the walkway. Of course, the stone would not level. We coaxed it with rain water stored in our barrels, David got his hands muddy, and I jumped up and down on it..the human jack hammer. I checked it this morning but without a good freeze and thaw, which we may never have again, it will not settle properly. Meanwhile, I trimmed the dying foliage on my hellebore plants now coming into bloom. I have two more hellebore on the way from White Flower Farm, supposedly to arrive around “planting time” whenever that is these days. Hellebore grows slowly, so it will be awhile before they are mature. Such is the garden, you wonder as you age just what you will live to see. All I ask is that when I die I fall over into the roses.
I’ve been thinking about age lately, and everywhere I look I see reminders. At the vet’s office Monday, I saw a chart comparing dog and human ages. According to the chart, our 18 year-old dog Peaches is 88 in human terms. David has been babying her for some time, but now I remind him when she whines for milk, or pees on the floor, “She is 88 so we must humor her.”
I went wild and ordered an espresso coffee maker (a real one) during the President’s Day sales. I found it on sale, marked down from $1100 to 700+. I have always wanted the real thing, and when the company that made my Tassimo (Bosch) wrote that they were recalling my model because it spat hot water on the unsuspecting barista, I decided the time had come to buy “the real thing.” It is Krups of course.
The Krups automatic espresso maker
I went for the automatic model this time which does everything but hold your hand. I tried the older version a year or two ago, but had to send it back because I could not figure out how it worked, and David likes his old drip version, so it was MY problem. This newer model does everything. It takes coffee beans and grinds them, pushes hot water over the grounds into your cup, and siphons the excess water into a holding chamber where the machine uses it to clean the gizmo. It also foams the milk automatically. Supposedly, all I have to do is push some buttons to the settings I want. Will this be more difficult than learning how to use a new cell phone? I hope not. I figure I will pay for it in a few years measured in cups of Starbucks coffee.
When I go, I’m taking it with me.