plants on the ground, plants on the ground
After I arrived home TSO and I planted seeds in our flower beds; sunflowers: mammoths, evening suns, Aztec golds and Chianti, all planted mixed together in a long row in front of the broom corn. As he raked away wood chips and made a long narrow trough I planted his vininig and twining morning glories and moonflowers at the bottom of the front porch stairs, that the plants may crawl up the twine TSO hung. I can't wait to see the results--the flowers twisting and writhing up the twine, hanging trumpeters to the morning and night time. Planting the morning glories and moon flowers was such a contrast to planting my cosmos; thin seeds, prickly and dry.
I am always amazed by the meditations that come into my head as I am gardening; though the communing with the dirt and hopeful intentions that are seeds and seedlings force upon a person the piece of mind to process...?
On my agenda for the rest of the week is getting down to the lower campus and planting the rest of my seeds and sprouted seedlings.
Such a busy week ahead in the garden alone, can't even think about my overnight trip to NYC mid-week!