I’ve never been a fan of the word perfect.
After all I grew up on a farm
Where nothing is ever perfect.
I did marry an attorney
Whose job it is to be perfect
God has such a sense of humor!
I try not to use that word.
But there are times when it truly does apply.
This weekend turned out to be full of “perfect” gardening days.
Which is surprising since last Wednesday we had an ice storm
Featuring frozen Tulips
And Redbud trees.
So when yesterday dawned cool and cloudy
I was ready to garden.
As you may recall last fall we opened a new client choice food pantry
For hungry people in this part of the state.
We serve over 800 individuals and families each month.
And we are working hard to provide them with healthy food choices.
So naturally we decided we’d grow some of that food.
A generous soul named Michael has worked tirelessly to organize this project.
A month ago 10 raised beds were built.
And yesterday morning we planted them.
With plants and seeds donated from Atwoods.
And the help of volunteers from Chisholm Schools.
In 3 hours we planted 10 raised beds.
Stuffed them full of early season veggies and greens.
What a gift!
The day continued with…what else…a nap!
Nothing better than napping on a sunny spring afternoon.
Then I began to work on the roses that I have so ignored all spring.
Each rose got a good drink of water laced with 1/4 cup of Epsom salts.
They gulped it right up.
Next I finally got around to cutting away the dead
And tying New Dawn to the fence
It gets a bit unruly from time to time.
A couple of quick flower arrangement for Sunday’s church services
And the day was done.
This afternoon was less focused.
Just piddling around
Trimmed the hedges outside the kitchen window
Pulled more of that @#$#@ poa anna grass
Before it goes to seed.
Planted a flat of alyssum
The one spring annual that can withstand
Next week’s promised last freeze
Then spent a few minutes sitting among the tulips
They are like children.
When you bend down to their height
You enjoy them so much more.
An unexpected clap of thunder
Brought a soft brief spring shower.
God watered everything in.
It was a “perfect” gardening weekend!