I’m sure that somewhere along the way this weather happened before. I’m sure that we’ve have a wild spring that saw soaring heat and hard frost in the same month. I’m sure that this cool wet spring isn’t a first. I’m also sure that while I’m very grateful for the rain, I’d rather not get all we need in less than a month.
Today it’s waffling between sun and ominous clouds so I didn’t want to commit to do anything that might leave me in a lurch if it started pouring down rain. I decided to plant up the mini hosta that I bought at the plant sale. I’m making one planter my mouse collection I think I’ll even get a little mouse to decorate it with. I had no idea that there were so many mini hosta varieties and it would be easy to become a collector of them. I told my mom I think I’m now inflicted with hostaitis.
Blue Mouse Ears
I went through a time when I didn’t label my plants, then I went through a time when I did. I liked having the names there, not sure why but I did. My markers were metal and two things happened to them, they either rusted or got crushed by feet. Now I can’t do anything about the crushing part but I want to label my plants, especially my natives. I have a lot of markers left so I wasn’t going to buy new ones that wouldn’t rust, so I decided to test a theory. I got some rustoleum spray paint and I’m painting the part that goes in the ground with it. If it doesn’t rust I’ve solved my problem, if it still rusts, maybe I’ll get that incredible dip stuff to try
While I was doing all of this I was thinking that if I had a garden shed with my very own workbench and a potting area outside of that I’d be so happy. I could have easily spent the entire day in there puttering around. Painting garden markers, painting and decorating planters, maybe even making a faerie garden. Alas, at this time, it’s only a dream…