"...the wind and weather and everything else are favorable, is never master of his craft." ~Henry Ellacombe
This quote reminds me of the times during freezing rain in autumn when I'm digging in mud to plant bulbs for spring; of the blistering heat while I dug up sod in order to build our landscape wall, so much sweat dripping from my face that I couldn't see. And every pedestrian stopping to ask me what I'm doing. Or my hands frozen and chapped while painting the fence in 35 degree weather, the absolute lowest temperature possible. More pedestrians stop to tell me the yard looks nice but they're worried that someone will wreck into my fence. They hope it doesn't happen! But nonetheless, insist they are worried. ????
I'm still slowly chipping away at a few blog changes. I've had to take a small break from my intensive Photoshop exploration while we work on refinishing some of our wooden floors, I make a few Easter/Passover gifts, and get the yard ship-shape. And I've been working my ass off at the gym (no snickering) so that adds to the exhaustion and my tendency to fall asleep on the couch. But meanwhile, I have many pictures of projects, past and ongoing, that I can share with you. I mean, c'mon...you're bored without me, right?
This arrangement has worked surprisingly well, as long as I remember to water them (the biggest reason my plants die). Particularly since the basement can't be reached from inside the house. Yes, that's right, I must go outside to get into the basement. It sucks especially for laundry, mostly during winter and when it rains. The previous owners took out the stairs to put in a closet on the first floor. I don't want to lose my butler's pantry. So until we build the addition, we must go outside! Oh, and we fenced the yard in last year so I have to go through an extra gate (while carrying laundry basket) and unlock basement door. Oh wait! AND we just had to add a PADLOCK to that gate because the neighbor kids decided a fence wasn't enough to keep them from cutting through the yard (which I caught them in the act of doing). So now I have to have the key for the padlock to unlock and remove it, open the gate, and use a different key to open the basement door.
In crappy weather, this routine does not encourage me to visit the basement. I have enough clothing to last me months. Seriously. And that makes it just that much harder to water the plants. But it has worked out well so far; so much so that a few of those pots on the end have newly planted seeds that will hopefully be bluebells, catnip, and some other flowers for hanging baskets come spring. Why should I buy ten million of them in May when I can grow them myself? Well, that's not a definite. But hey, I'll attempt anything once. My favorite hanging basket plant is million bells (calibrachoa) but you can't buy seeds for them. So I will definitely be buying those baskets in May.