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Every task I had in mind yesterday seemed to lead to more, but that was fun too.
I found that a persistent weed was easy to pull gently from the ground, even if part of it remained.
Several plants weed-whacked from the Butterfly Garden defiantly grew and bloomed again. So many people write definitely as defiantly that I wonder when the adverbs will merge into one meaning - "something done with purpose and a rebellious mood, can be spelled definitely or defiantly."
The plants not only grew back, but bloomed to earn a rose collar for future protection.
I have learned that plastic rose collars are ideal for isolating fragile plants and protecting them from the greedy whip of nylon string.
I moved the Whoops-a-Daisy, added Peat Humus and wood mulch, and put a rose collar around the entire area.
I used the loppers to cut through some questionable rose canes that lacked ambition to leaf out.
After I did far more than planned, I showered and checked when it would actually rain. Friday? Saturday? First came the gentle rumbles in the sky. I looked for the jocular email - "Have you dumped the rainbarrels?"
No! I ran out and dumped every single one, a bonus for the backyard in case we had another promising storm that only promised without delivering. John often observed, "It did rain, just not here. It rained somewhere."
Mosquito eggs like days in the water to hatch, so I cut that short. Rumbles went on and I went inside. Immediately, serious thunder took over, a monster wind blew through, and the rain cascaded down.
I did not get the frigid early blast that proves a genuine thunderstorm is arriving. But I was glad the rain came to add to my little bit of labor and fussing, as God provides:
- Need hydration? Done.
- Need gentle, effective fertilizer? Done.
- Need more soil creatures to improve everything? Done.
- Need tree pruning? Done.
- Need the new transplant settled in the soil? Done.
- Need all the dust and pollen washed into the garden? Done.
