We just finished moving some of the daylilies across from the greenhouse and planted the two variegated hydrangeas Hubster bought last year in their place. Hubster took the little tiller and made a place on the south side of the house. He just picked up the clumps of daylilies and plopped them in and pushed dirt on them. You can almost see the hydrangea on the top end of the bed behind the daylilies that are left; the hydrangea on the right is clearly visible.
This year we’re going to finish up planting everything that’s in pots and from now on whatever we buy will be something we can eat.
It breaks my heart. I want to dig and bend and enjoy gardening like I used to, but I just can’t do it anymore. I can’t bend, I can’t push, I can’t pull – all I can do is supervise. That’s not what I envision as gardening.
Poor Hubster is willing to do the work, but he’s not into gardening like I am (was). So that means it’s just work for him. I don’t need to be adding more on him. So I accept my limitations and move on.
So, to finish up we have some Shasta Daisies, Knockout Roses, Azaleas, a couple of clematis and a tub of sedum in need of a permanent home and a few other things to move around. Then we’re done with ornamentals.
