Yesterday I blogged about grabbing the sump pump from the shed and pumping a bit of excess water from our backyard over the weekend. I must admit, I’m getting a little anxious to back out to the shed to unload everything that’s in there.
Last year I pulled out the cushions for our patio chairs and had everything set up on the deck all ready for the summer ahead. Then we had a bit of a snowfall. I might have jumped the gun a bit, as my wife will very happily tell you she warned me about. Who cares, right? I just dusted off the snow and prayed we wouldn’t get anymore.
Another thing I’m very anxious to do is plant more flowers this year. Last year was the first year we planted flowers in the yard. We have a nice little area in the corner of the yard that looked absolutely beautiful. Believe it or not, that was the first time I’d planted anything in my life.
I was quite the rookie last year when I headed out to the Plant Ranch on 13th Ave. looking for goodies to fill our flower bed. I had no idea what I was looking for, but apparently where I started wasn’t the right plant section. The plants I was looking at were ones that thrived in shade, which wasn’t going to work out too well, considering how much sun sprays down on our flower bed. So a lady directed me to the plants that needed sunshine and I was on my way. She was telling me everything I needed to know, but didn’t really care to know, about every plant that was there. I finally told her all I needed were plants that were nice and colorful and like a lot of sun. Hey, to me it wasn’t rocket science. I wasn’t making a career move or anything like that. Leave out the details, give me the plants. I finally made my way to the register with enough plants to start off our flower bed.
So this year I’ll head over to the Plant Ranch once again and say to the lady, “Just direct me to the plants that need sunshine. I don’t want any stories or anecdotes. Just plants please.” That’ll make my trip a whole lot faster. The sooner I’m home the sooner I’ll be able to get those suckers in the ground.
I have no idea when that will be though. That’s my wife’s department.
When it comes to planting flowers I guess you could call her the “Date Supervisor.”
She’ll say “it’s time” and I’ll be off and running.