Yesterday, I took another tumble, falling over my own feet, staggering across the kitchen and falling into the boxes of plants that came two days ago. The boxes broke my fall, nevertheless, I hurt my back, right arm, the operative knee (again) and a few fingers. I banged my head on the plant stand by the sliding glass door and turned over a pot of pelargonium.
I lay on the floor for a few minutes. However, the scent of crushed stems encouraged me to lift myself off the boxes and assess the damage to the begonia, coleus and other annuals. Many had broken stems and the coleus growth was crushed on several plants, but all will recover. Fortunately, I had already removed the heliotrope, helicrysum and verbena and had placed these plants on a top shelf of the plant stand. Today, all the plants go in pots in the garden.
Johnny ran upstairs and scratched on David’s door rousing him to come downstairs, where he retrieved a chair pillow to place under my knee so I could get myself off the floor. Once again, I was grateful for the cow Mom kept when I was a kid (no broken bones), the wooden floor (no broken bones) and the loss of weight (I could get myself up).
Mr. Potter knocked on my door yesterday. He says he can easily fix the rotten fence post. By evening he had the post with openings for fence slats parked in my yard. As it was draped over the fence and above an emerging peony I needed to stake, David moved it to the area where we keep the trash and recycle bins. That’s one less chore for John W., who promised to work on my garden shed next week. Otherwise, Mr Potter spent the day up at Kathy’s working on her back fence.
When I walked the dogs yesterday, I made my way around the block . As I came back down the block, I met Debbie and Hank working in their yard. With all the fine weather now, folks have emerged from their winter hideouts, and are soaking up the sun. We all need our Vitamin D.
I was up early this morning, baking muffins for breakfast. I must inspire David for lawn mowing. How quickly it all comes back, the bees, the grass, the Robin watching me from a nearby shrub. He knows earthworms appear wherever, I walk. I read that earthworms, like crabgrass and dandelions are not North American natives. Experts suggest the seeds from the plants traveled in the cracks in leather shoes, but darned if I know how earthworms got here. In my spare time, will have to read Amy Stewart’s’ The Earth Moved: the Remarkable Achievements of Earthworms.
Meanwhile David and I set up the Hummingbird Feeder. Michelle over at Nature Notes says they are on the move northward. I also have an Asclepius plant coming from White Flower farm to feed the Monarch butterflies.
New Hellebore, old Hyacinths emerge from the mulch.