It was hard work people!
I was grunting and groaning as I weeded, dug and planted.
I stopped for frequent rests.
It took me forever!
During one of Henry's rest periods (he's working on the pond) he listened to me for awhile, (I may have been whining a bit as well . . ) and said " Two months ago you didn't think you'd be able to garden at all this year. Now you're down on the ground planting up a storm. It's amazing isn't it?"
It really is!
But, I still wanted to finish up by the end of the day. And it was going so slowly.
Which is why I kept planting as dark clouds rolled in.
Started frantically digging one hole after another, throwing in the annuals that had waited far too long in their little cell packs.
I got wet from waist to toe as I scooted on my behind through every muddy puddle in the garden, going from from one planting hole to the next.
Kept chanting "hang on, hang on, I'm almost done. Just a few more minutes. . ."
Dragged the hose to the back bed to water everything in.
It started to rain.
Not so gently.
Not at all gently.
I ran for my rain coat.
I had to get that bed watered in properly for the plants to settle into their new homes.
I can hear you thinking "But it was raining. Water. Why in the world would she need to use a hose to water it??"
What you may not know is that potted plants are sneaky. Very, very sneaky. The ground all around them can be soaking wet but the plant itself, with it's roots still stuck in the potting soil they came in, can be bone dry. Normally I soak everything thoroughly before I plant it.
But I was running out of time!!!
And so, I stood in a downpour, thunder and lightening all around, while the little voice in my head wondered if there was any possibility my watering wand could attract lightning.
Thankfully, that night, the answer was no.
Gardening can be a dangerous business.