The journey between here and there

Wow. March we hit +20 for a few weeks. In April it snowed lots. May and June it has just been pouring rain. What crazy weather. So, I decided instead of complaining about it, to make the most of it. If God’s gonna make it rain, I might as well plant something so I don’t have to water it. Then maybe it will live. I went out and decided to buy some trees. I headed over to the little nursery by our place and picked up a few things.

I feel sorry for the guy who had to deal with me for an hour while I wandered around the nursery. I kept changing my mind on what kind of tree I wanted and wandered all over their entire tree nursery. He had a lot of patience. The owner even came over and tried to help, but soon his eyes glazed over, he put on a fake smile, looked at the guy helping me and said, “good luck.” hehehe… That amuses me greatly. So after an hour of indecisiveness, changing my mind about 20 times and putting things back I picked out already I finally decided on what I wanted. I needed a hardy tree that is low maintenance.

I got an oak tree, cuz I’ve always wanted one, and a white lilac tree, cuz I love lilacs. I got more rhubarb, cuz I’m just going to plant them all along the side of my house…. I can tell that the gas the boys played with on the side of the house has still killed vegetation there, so I’m hoping if I plant around it the rhubarb leaves will just grow over it anyway. I got some chives for my little garden patch out front. Pick out a pink bleeding heart, cuz I love those too and I’ve always wanted to own one. I also picked up a little pink ground cover flowering thingy just cuz I thought it would look snazzy growing under the good ole’ oak.

Feeling all accomplished with myself, they tossed the trees in my van up the middle of it. Luke and Mya pull off all the leaves they could reach on the way home. Poor tree. So I got home and in between the rain showers I began to dig my old Laurel Leaf Willow tree out, that I thought died. BUT once I called the Garden centre and talk to the arborist about it, there maybe a slim change that it may live. I figure I’ll plant it in the backyard to assure it’s death.

So I grab the shovel and begin digging. It’s not too bad cuz the ground is pretty soggy from all the rain, but the grass is so hard to get through. I dig one hole and then hit clay! GAH! Maybe that’s why my other tree failed to take root. I called the arborist and she talked me through the process of getting zeolite to add to the clay and dirt in order to make liveable conditions for my tree. I love Golden Acres. I really should just drive the hour and go there to buy my trees cuz they know what they are talking about. They may have hirer prices, but at least I get a guarantee on my tree in case it dies. Ah well…

So I’ve gotten a huge hole dug cuz I figure I’m gonna make an amoeba type shape, then plant other perennials and make it look all shabam. Digging is hard work. A lot harder than I anticipated. Especially digging through clay. I gave up digging the one hole then decided to start another one for my other tree. I stopped for awhile since it started to rain. I looked at the mess of my front yard and laughed. There was dirt, sod and holes all over. hehe… part of me wanted to leave it like this just so I could maybe get a rise out of Ryan, but I wanted to get my trees planted.

I planted my oak, my bleeding heart and pink thingy. I still have to plant the lilac, rhubarb and replant the willow in the backyard… I’m beginning to think I’m going to make my beast of burden dig my holes for me… aka. Ryan. I think he needs a job after work… digging holes for me is a good one.

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