Yesterday was a good and busy day.
I transplanted 8 white balloon flowers from pots on the deck into a flower bed that had been decimated by last year's playful kittens. I also planted 6 yuccas, gifted to me by a family friend. The dug-up plants sat, bagged, in my sister's garage, then in mine. So, I'm hoping for the best, but, hey, they're free plants.
When I was planting, I noticed a baseball-sized watermelon, one of only 2 produced this year. I don't remember the variety name, but they are adorably tiny. Bugs had gotten to it before me, so I cut it open and treated the chickens. There's another ripe Anaheim pepper, and I ate two beautifully sweet ripe strawberries, straight off the plant.
My German White Hardy Garlic arrived, and I prepped the bed. It will be the first time I've tried to grow garlic.
After I poop-scooped coops, I was heading out to the compost heap and saw one perfect, bright yellow daylily in bloom, well after I expect them all to be done for the year.
And, of course, I am being sent a replacement urn for Goo's ashes.
Yesterday was the fourth anniversary of Jim's death. Whether it was coincidence, providence or something else, the day was much better than I anticipated.
How's the grading going, Jim?