Thank God it’s Monday and I can sit on my butt for the entire day. I am TIRED of moving mulch, digging holes, leveling pavers, and putting in annuals that I will probably have to cover at least once before the frost lets go for good this year. (Trying to get a jump on the summer color) This weekend was a work-in-the-garden extravaganza, but it’s finally starting to look good, and I’m seriously wondering how Guy and I have gotten this much done since March.
The big thing this weekend was putting in the pavers under the gate so the grass doesn’t look sad with all the foot traffic. I did one with rock on raw dirt, but the other set I dug out and put sand under them like I’m supposed to. Also moved 30 bags of mulch, put in a small annual bed, set out lines for the vegie garden and planted my squash plants, went to the local garden club plant sale and bought some iris and put those in the ground, cleaned my outside furniture and set that up, and . . . ah . . . I think that’s it, actually. Pretty much. I’m tired.
So today, despite all the little things I now wish I had included in the editorial rewrite for EVER-AFTER, I’m turning my eyes to the next Hollows book and see if I can’t put them there instead. :-) I tell you, it’s going to be interesting from here on out. Can’t wait to see how it unfolds. . . . And it will feel good to sit on my butt and do nothing but move my fingers today. Ahhhhh.