That Was Sunday

[akirlu]

There was a plan afoot to drive down to Portland today, but it died aborning. Instead we brunched at Wild Wheat, stopped at Carpinito Brothers to grab some potting soil (I swear, I have no idea how those geraniums got into my cart, officer), and then back to the house where I potted two tomato starts (with basil in the larger pot), one zonal and one Martha Washington geranium, some pansies, and a pot of herbs.

I need to pot the final tomato, and get the cucumber, dill, and (god help me) zucchini into the ground tomorrow, but first I have to resign myself to pulling out more of the forget-me-nots out of that bed. I keep trying to rationalize a way around that. Maybe I'll go get a few more big pots up at 1/2 Price Pots instead. They have such lovely pots for cheap. But who knew I'd be such a wimp about pulling out flowers? I don't want to mess with my wildflowers. Wildflowers are home.

The irisy looking plants have turned out to be iris in fact. Marvelous maroon-and-gold and purple-and-lavender bearded iris. Though a lot of them aren't blooming. I think I need to divide them and get rid of a bunch, and then get some more soil on top. They look dreadfully crowded in that bed. But first I have to figure out when a good time to divide them is. I think I may have missed that window for this year. If not, and you're local, let me know if you might want some iris.

After the potting session we grabbed the dog and drove up to North Bend to go to the outlets. We were mighty hunters, stopped for a pasta dinner, and then tried the back way from North Bend to Covington, which swings by the back side of Tiger Mountain. It's a lovely drive zooming through the pine and fir, and a doggy pitstop revealed what looked like huckleberries growing wild in the verges. Huckleberries! Huckleberries are home.

Now I'm enjoying being able to listen to the mp3 collection on my computer again. Hal dumped our entire collection onto my hard drive, and installed the latest copy of Media Monkey, and now I can listen to music while I write or post or whatever. Yay, Hal. Also, now I can finally get on with making that Nordic compilation disc I promised Cliff back in November. Only about time, but first you gotta have the tools.

Now tea.

Comments

[akirlu.livejournal.com]

Getting joy out of one's garden is definitely a major part of the point. Although this year, getting a few cucumbers is also part of the point. I'll think of something. I need to pull out the stupid wild fennel, anyway. That should clear some space I've just been avoiding the labor.

Thanks for the tip on when to divide the iris. I'll give it a shot.