I have got flower gardens here at the house. A couple big ones in the back yard and one in the front. They are overgrown and sad looking. The problem is that they were just too much to keep up with while working a full time job which stretched into some pretty long hours, plus having the inside house things to do, plus working on renovations. I'd get a good start on things, but invariably there was something that came up and in very short order, the work I did was swallowed up by weeds again.
Since the finished renovation, I've made up my mind to start working at them again. A bit at a time. Slow and steady.
This also involves buying plants.
We have a series of houses and what I have always done is go to Lowes and look at their poor half dead plants. I buy them for a fraction of the price, and bring them home. I plant them with the thought that they will either grow or they won't. A surprising number of them do grow.
Sunday, I brought home four sad plants. Today, I got them planted, two yellow columbine and salvia. along with splitting some hostas and ferns that had become monstrous. A hydrangea bush has grown up in an awkward place, and needed dug out and replanted. I've got some lilacs to go at the back of the lot by the fence that seperates our lot from the neighbor behind us. Weeding. There's always weeding.
I work by myself and it is a pleasant way to spend an evening. A small gray feral cat comes to sit and watch. He's new. He won't come near. He's every bit as wary as Mr. M was in the beginning. I have not seen my old friend for over a week now, but I have the good catfood waiting, just in case.
I get up and brush my pants off, speaking to the new cat. "Are you hungry?" I ask, as I head to the house. "Come on, then." He follows me, padding to the edge of the driveway, silently watching me as I go inside to return with a cup of cat food to fill his dish. He waits until I go inside to approach my offering.
The kids across the street? The neighborhood refers to them as 'the ferals'. Something has happened there. They don't seem to be around during the day. Perhaps one of the adults realized that an 11 year old boy cannot handle two preschoolers without help. I can only hope that they are in the care of someone who loves them. Maybe a grandma.
William is at his own house for a couple of days this week. It is just Tim and I, and that feels comfortable too, not that either of us mind having William around. He's an easy child most of the time, and he's really begun to show quite a streak of independence. Tim bought him a bike for here and he is in his glory. He rode over to the library to redeem his 14 tickets for reading. A squid hat, sunglasses, a water bottle.
I like it when life's like this, quiet, flowing on an even keel.
Tomorrow, after our walk, after my shower, I will go to Lowes to buy another half dozen plants. It usually winds up costing me no more than $20. I like looking through the poor sad plants, reading the tag to find out which ones love the shade. We've got two massive maple trees in the back yard filtering the sunlight, creating flickering pale green light to punctuate the shade,. That's nice. It prevents it from being a gloomy space.
I'll study those plants carefully, taking my time to read about them. I know what I am looking for: the ones that show new growth beneath the dead stuff. resiliant plants, the ones that do best away from the bright light.
Some things just need to be in the right place and left to return to life.