I've got so many plants somewhere out in the ether, in that magical space between selection (order placed on the Internet or from a catalog) and planting, that I've reached an interesting state of dreamlike garden confusion. What did I order, when is it supposed to arrive, how tall, what color?
Yes, there are records of it all, somewhere, all part of a master plan. Roses, azaleas, dahlias, more or less. Not that hard to keep track of I guess. But where's that 50 pound bag of alfalfa?
The plants will arrive, I assume, eventually. So i prepare for them by digging and digging and digging. Getting ready the huge wholes for them all, to be filled with lucious new soils jammed with nutrients.
So that's what I did today -- dug until my back ached.
Posted by rich at February 15, 2004 2:25 PM