Jun. 11th, 2015 02:49 pm
In the dirt
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muckefuckStomach pains kept me from sleeping well Tuesday night, so I ended up taking Wednesday off. Originally my plan had been to sleep in the morning and then go to my afternoon meeting, but my afternoon meeting was a morning meeting, so there didn't seem to be much point. Moreover, my stomach was still...not hurting exactly, but threatening to in a way that--as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu put it--makes you want to stay close to home. (He has a lot of experience with that sort of sensation these days.)
By early afternoon I was bored. Even though I hadn't eaten much of anything, I decided to go outside and spend a couple hours rebuilding a section of the retaining wall in the hellstrip. I had planned that for Saturday, it looks like that's the day we'll be digging out the corner and no way do I have strength enough to do both. Judging from how wiped out I feel today, maybe it wasn't my most brilliant idea ever, but I felt very accomplished afterwards. This is something I've been wanting to do for literally years (I wasn't involved in the original project and I've hated the results ever since) but I didn't have the impetus to attack it until I bought all those plants which need a home somewhere.
There still are a few I haven't planted. My problem with the chrysogonum is that I like it so much I can't settle on a single spot. I guess that's reason enough to buy more. When I transplanted the spiderwort from the neighbours, I was surprised to find some celandine poppies in the spot. I'd thoroughly forgotten tossing about the seeds Fig had brought me last year. Maybe he can get me some more in the fall--as well as the queen-of-the-prairie he promised me. Tuesday I planted the two lungworts he brought on Saturday, plus the oenothera. So far, everything has survived the transplant shock and is looking good, but it's been relatively cool and moist. I suspect I'll have a load of watering to do come August, if not before.
monshu put it--makes you want to stay close to home. (He has a lot of experience with that sort of sensation these days.)By early afternoon I was bored. Even though I hadn't eaten much of anything, I decided to go outside and spend a couple hours rebuilding a section of the retaining wall in the hellstrip. I had planned that for Saturday, it looks like that's the day we'll be digging out the corner and no way do I have strength enough to do both. Judging from how wiped out I feel today, maybe it wasn't my most brilliant idea ever, but I felt very accomplished afterwards. This is something I've been wanting to do for literally years (I wasn't involved in the original project and I've hated the results ever since) but I didn't have the impetus to attack it until I bought all those plants which need a home somewhere.
There still are a few I haven't planted. My problem with the chrysogonum is that I like it so much I can't settle on a single spot. I guess that's reason enough to buy more. When I transplanted the spiderwort from the neighbours, I was surprised to find some celandine poppies in the spot. I'd thoroughly forgotten tossing about the seeds Fig had brought me last year. Maybe he can get me some more in the fall--as well as the queen-of-the-prairie he promised me. Tuesday I planted the two lungworts he brought on Saturday, plus the oenothera. So far, everything has survived the transplant shock and is looking good, but it's been relatively cool and moist. I suspect I'll have a load of watering to do come August, if not before.