Yesterday I planted a peony. I'd felt the need for one all Spring. I just didn't know where to plant it.
After having worked with a particular 4-feet-in-diameter bed in the raised bed garden, by removing its walls and soil, re-seating the walls, working and replacing the soil, scraping the walkway pebbles around the exterior (for support) etc., the bed was ready for its new resident.
Her name is Sarah Bernhardt. I think she's supposed to be a Stately Matron. I hope she's happy with her new environment. Will she bloom this year??
Everybody received a special dose of support yesterday... in the form of a good, 3/4" rainfall.
And I finally acknowledged the desire for some n'erhadbefore support, the likes of which I've not needed until today. After having hauled those three terribly heavy, cumbersome tarp-loads of wet oak leaves across the front yard, through the backyard and trees to the ravine, I'd been experiencing some painful wrist movement. So... I needed some support today, too.
It happens "to the best of us!" ;-)
I'm not complaining... don't want to be a Sarah Bernhardt. Oh! I hope I didn't just "jinx" my new peony. I wonder which of the two of us might have the most to complain about? Hope it's not Sarah B!
Your Shady Gardener