Who in their right mind would do such a thing?
Me. I changed my mind. We added a screened enclosure. Life happens. My roses were too close to the wire mesh and my herbs were too far away from the kitchen. Okay, I enjoy the walk out to the garden. That’s not it. Truth is, they didn’t work well with my rotation schedule AND while I’m cooking dinner and feel the urge for some fresh herbs, it’s easier when they’re located right around the corner.
Makes sense, doesn’t it? In theory, yes. In practice…
Well, that’s another beast entirely and I do mean beast. And to think I blamed my stiffness on old age – it has nothing do with old age – it’s senility! Mine!
What was I thinking? Oh, let’s see. Today I’ll transplant my three vigorous and thriving rose bushes which have been there for years. Then, I’ll relocate and plant seed for a new herb garden in their place. Tomorrow, I’ll plant a blueberry patch. All this, after five hours spent spring tilling and planting in the garden the day before.
Nut job. I heard you. Insane.
You’re right. I’m all of those and while you’re at it, add energetic, ambitious, a gal with eyes bigger than her yard AND her ability. Yep. That’s me. But I have to say, now that it’s all behind me, and I survived, I can say, it was all worth it.
Eventually, my yard will be exactly as I want, all the pain and agony a distant memory as I gaze out the window with satisfaction. Need I remind you of childbirth?
This afternoon, my daughter and I went in search of something cute for our brand new herb garden. We didn’t find anything. But it was fun looking!
It’s nice to have something to look forward to with hope and anticipation, isn’t it? It feels fresh and fun and exhilarating. I hope all my seeds take to sprout. We won’t know for at least a week or two. I can’t wait to stroll knee deep among the herbs, full and lush, nestled together, their savory scents competing as I decide on which to include for dinner.
Speaking of herbs, did I mention the hardy rosemary plant? Easy to grow, easy to harvest and very distinct in character. One of our favorites this time of year, is rosemary lemonade. It’s an easy mix with outstanding results. (Check my recipe page for details.)
Hmmm. Closing my eyes, I can see it all. Then, come April, my berry patch will command my attention with their plump, juicy little bodies of blue glistening in the morning dew. The perfect compliment to my breakfast yogurt. I love spring…
Can you see it? Can you imagine the pleasure you’ll derive from your very own paradise? Oh, have I forgotten the roses?
Not at all. I’ve moved them before and they adapted well.
Welcome back, spring. More than the promise of new growth and abundant fragrance, your arrival signals the blessings of renewal.
p.s. Good timing. Florida has had a deluge the past few days. Wonderful news for my rose transplants!