I love the mundane.
Now I realize that isn’t “culturally correct”.
But really, there is nothing like a day of regular.
And that is what today was – mundane – regular – wonderful.
After a quick trip to the last Farmers’ Market.
I headed straight to the back yard
The goal was to finish transplanting on “the hill”.
It began about a month ago.
I was tired of the vinca minor running the show.
So I began to dig it up
And pull it back like a carpet.
Then I transplanted 5 big ferns.
I’m not sure but I think they are Cinnamon ferns.
They’ve settled in nicely.
So, today was the day to dig the hostas in the front bed
And bring them to their new home on the hill.
These were planted about 3 years ago.
They were bare root so they were tiny.
Unfortunately they just get too much sunshine in the front
And the last 2 summers they have simply fried.
So a home on the hill under the shade of the old cedar trees
Should make them much happier.
The root balls were the size of small trees.
I’m thinking they’ll be just fine.
Smaller hostas were also relocated.
Layered in the front between the Hellebores and Ferns.
I did have my assistant gardener close by
She has figured out that when I dig
And she loves worms!
Unfortunately some things disappeared.
My favorite pruners can’t be located.
My best guess is I buried them under one of those
Didn’t have the energy to dig around for them.
Hopefully they’ll surface tomorrow!
There are lots of little surprises
In the fall garden.
So on this
I thought I’d share a few.
May you find the blessings
Of a mundane day soon.