Softly, softly

Ah the bliss of two days of soaking rain. We had a whopping three inches of rain overflowing the rain gauge.   I had to keep emptying it to keep up.

Naturally there were all sorts of dramas with power and stuff going off. But who cares when your drought breaks? And the new roof in the guest house no longer leaks. So there was no fretting.

The ground is so soft and moist I just had to get planting.

And Artur even stirred himself to leave his nest in the potting shed and get some sun kicks in the garden.   He was very carefully supervising my first job of the day: lawn spiking.

It’s done. Well, actually there is a teensy bit more to do, but it was so repetitive that I was starting to lose the will to live. Or work.   So I downed tools and went in for lunch; and conveniently forgot to go back out and finish off.

Instead I planted santolinas and lavenders and the two presents from Leslie; monardas and irises. Such a generous gardening friend.

And then to finish off the day I cut back lavenders on the bank in front of the house.   That was a nice relaxing chore. Perfectly scented and an instant transformation.

I have about thirty plants to go; but that’s fine.   It will be a great thing to do tomorrow in the sunshine. And is a lot more relaxing than spiking the darn lawn.