Zone 6 Day One

This blog is for Karen and Lei...dear ones...stranded for the short while in the desert...away from their beloved Tillygrain.  Knowing that Karen would rather be shopping for garden gnomes and Lei would rather be riding the mower...I have decided to provide them with a blog which will give them gardening stories to while away these hours of confinement.   (And Karen...tell the Wrinklies Readers if you will ...to feel free to add their own gardening posts here.  This way we can keep you two plenty distracted and ready to put your toes in the earth at Tillygrain soon!)

I suppose there might have been a few gardening days before today...but it would have been a better gardener than me who would have found some will or way to make use of them.  There was so much rain this past Sunday night that the drain (we say ditch...but it really is the Kochville Middle Drain...which means DEEP) was flooded with water halfway up to the house and three inches seeped into the basement.  It receded by midday Monday, but there are still low spots with standing water in the woodlot.  When the water  level was down I walked up the road to take pictures of our drain tiles flowing water from the back acres into the ditch...success...Greg and the girls installed that drainage system last year.  It works!

This day though is warm enough, a bit breezy and gusty.  My first task is to uncover the hosta bed, gather up the windfall sticks and burn them in Greg's pirated bong. Not sure what this fireplace thing is called but the girl's and I call it the bong.  Sweet smell of wood smoke.  The day ended with me freeing up my garden wagon from the barn.  Had to move off the tools that settled on top of it, like the leaves and pine needles had settled on the hosta bed.  Sunday...wagon goes into action.