September 4th, 2021

Paul Neyron rose 2


I should get some sleep pretty soon.

Later: I got some sleep, starting "pretty soon" after that.

I got up relatively early, and Mom and I got out and about around noon.  We got spring water, and we stopped at my favorite Indian grocery because I said that the citrus fruit there was usually good and also inexpensive, and the lemons at our usual grocery store had looked pretty battered the last time we went.  Mom stayed in the car and read a book while I got lemons and many other items of food and drink.

I went outside in the late afternoon and attempted the project I'd been wanting to do for a while, digging up 'Cheerfulness' and 'Yellow Cheerfulness' daffodils and replanting some with room for them to spread out.  I ended up digging up lots of stones around and under the daylilies that mark the spot of where the daffodils are.  It's where the mailbox used to be, so that's probably why there were so many stones there.  Much of what I found were grape hyacinth bulbs.  Obviously the bulbs that still had green leaves above the surface were grape hyacinths.  There were other bulbs I found that didn't have leaves, but it was hard to tell in some cases if I'd just knocked the leaves off when I was pulling them out, or if they hadn't had leaves.  Most of the bulbs I dug up had live roots.

One fellow who was jogging or walking down the road saw me digging and said, "It never ends, does it?"  I told him that the daffodils had been there since the 1990s.

When Dad looked out to see if the mail had come, I told him it had, and then I asked him if he could bring down a leaf bag and the mulch he'd been talking about for the last several weeks.  I tossed the assorted dead daylily leaves and weedy grass into the leaf bag.  I said that I could take the rocks up in the wheelbarrow.  Digging up some of the larger rocks up had twisted the little maroon-handled shovel like a pretzel.  Dad brought the mulch down in the wheelbarrow, and I put a good amount of that around the remaining daylily clump.  The mulch hid the holes from where I dug rocks out, and covers what would otherwise look like a torn-up ring of dirt.  It made it look like I had planned for it to look that way.

I came up the hill, and got a couple of grape hyacinths planted in the "crocus garden."  I got sidetracked when I realized that what I thought was soil that I could dig into was actually a thin layer of soil on top of a few inches of driveway.  Dad had asked if I wanted to use the pine bark mulch there, and I said that actually I wanted to use the marble chips we'd gotten in the spring around the dianthus I planted there the other day, because pinks like sweet soil.  I thought that perhaps lime would be leached out of the marble.

It was close to dark, so I stuck a lot of the bulbs that had roots into shallow depressions I made in the soil in pots, so the roots could stay perhaps partially moist.  I used the pots that had irises and daylilies in them, for the most part, and put a few where the 'Elvira' gladiolus and oxalis and pink rain lilies are now.  I'll definitely be saving at least some of the gladioli.  They were very pretty.  The rain lilies aren't hardy, so I'm planning to bring them in.  Some bulbs can live in pots of sand over the winter.

After dinner, we called Uncle D. to wish him a happy birthday.  The next call I made was to J. to catch up with him.  He said that he knew that he and K. were late to the game, but they'd just started watching "Downton Abbey."  I said that Mom and I had seen that, and that I'd seen the movie.