Playing in the Dirt.
My visit to Lurgan Greenhouse last Monday was quite the shopping extravaganza. I only purchased plants from the outside perennial section and some from the herb area next to it, a tiny fraction of the entire complex, but I still had my entire cart full, which meant the car was full on the way home.
With the other ‘more important’ yard work needing to be done, along with ‘living’ that also needed to be done, and of course the whole tooth drama that needed dealt with… well, I just didn’t get those plants into the ground.
I suppose here is when I ‘just casually’ mention I’ve been seeing someone for much of this month, nearly a month, twenty days? He came down this evening and we managed to get the bulk of the plants into the ground. It was really quite fun, for me at least. Hmm, perhaps fun isn’t precisely the word, but more of fulfilling, satisfying, gratifying even.
The experience helped to reinforce why I’ve been wanting this rose garden. It was so very nice to sit there on the bench, surrounded by roses about to burst into bloom, particularly nice because he was there.