And am I glad it’s here. I could use some sit-down time. My feet hurt. This weekend was a doozie. Guy and I went to the nursery. (October is a very good month to plant bushes and trees where I live.) I could go on for pages about how much I love plant nurseries, but we managed to get out of there with only two trees. One we brought home to plant ourselves, and the other we left for them to do.
So we bring our new baby home. (A maple. The guy said it will color to red, pinks, oranges, and some yellows, but I’m thinking it’s going to be yellow.) Guy and Thing-one (on loan for an extended leave) and Thing-Two (yanked from the Internet) manage to get the tree out of the back of the truck, and it’s just sitting next to the old tree that died. I go get my gloves.
Guy takes his chainsaw and chain and goes down to the front of the development to play with three other guys in yanking out the bushes in front. (Don’t worry, they were told they could.) And I’m left with this beautiful tree wrapped in burlap that needs to get in the ground. It’s getting late, maybe two. It’s HOT! But fortunately the sun has gone behind a cloud. I start digging, figuring Guy will finish up and we can plant the tree together. No way am I going to get a big enough hole for this tree. Not in the clay that is masquerading as dirt around here.
So I dig, and I get about five inches down. Not bad, really, and I do like the elephants do, and I push over the dead tree, which falls over and loosens up the dirt considerably. Yank dead tree out, and dig some more. It starts to rain.
I take a five minute break and move the laundry around, (I love laundry) come back outside, and it’s pouring. But the rain isn’t penetrating the leaves still on the surrounding trees, and I go back out. Digging clay in the rain is easier than digging clay in the sun. Besides, Guy is still yanking out bushes up front, and I’m starting to think I might be able to finish this hole. And it rains harder.
It’s a nice warm rain, so I just keep digging, and by the time Guy comes back with his chains and chainsaw, I’ve got my hole dug. He rolls it into the hole, and I shove the dirt back around it, and ta-da! The tree is planted! It’s still raining.
Guy hozed me off, which was an adventure in itself, and the tree looks fabulous. It’s shifting color fast, though, not liking having been moved. I’ll let you know what color the leaves end up. I kind of hope it stays yellow. Most everyone else has flaming red. ;-)