So . . . It’s Not EXACTLY Springtime, yet

I’ve worked hard, for hours, the past few weeks, outside. I’ve purchased plants for the patio, plants for the beds around the house, yellow flowers and plants for the front beds and the pots that hang from the porch railing, bougainvilleas for hanging at the back, succulents for hanging by the fence. I found a couple of new-to-me thyme plants (even though I think that the gardening folks might just be making up new varieties). However, “White Creeping Thyme” and “Red Creeping Thyme” really do look different from each other. And, some thyme plants make sweet little white or lavender flowers. And all the thyme plants I have are absolutely winter hardy, which, especially after the epic February ice/snow freeze, I do so admire.

The past couple of days, I worked, raking, around the side edge of the yard, trying to rake away the remainder of the epic leaf drop from the hedges. And, truly, there are lots of leaves that have been lying ‘way back against the fence that I just haven’t gotten around to in the past few years. There’s some Asian Jasmine and Virginia Creeper that I don’t know who planted. Maybe my dad, maybe previous neighbors. Anyway, I was trying to clean things up. As I raked, I picked up piles and put them in the big, round, canvas bin that I use to transport leaves, etc. to the big, green, recycle bins we put out on trash/recycle day, and I spotted a wooden handle. I recognized it as the tool I use to reach into tight spaces to pull out leaves, etc. It has a serious metal claw which efficiently grasps and holds leaves. As I reached down to pick it up, I thought, I don’t remember bringing that down here. And as I held it, I thought, Oh, yeah.

A year or so ago, or maybe longer, I couldn’t find it. It wasn’t on the hook on the tool pegboard by my potting bench. I looked all over the patio, in all the beds around the house, all without success. Eventually, I thought that, maybe, while using it, I’d dropped it in that canvas bin, and then forgotten it was there. And then, when I dumped that bin’s contents into the green recycle bin, I must have dumped that great claw tool in, also.

We had purchased it at Homestead Heritage, which is described as “an agrarian- and craft-based intentional Christian community.” It’s a few miles outside Waco. They have a great restaurant, some wonderful stores where they sell all sorts of homemade crafts and food items, as well as a store where you can purchase handmade tools, like that great claw gardening tool. So, I went and bought another one, which I use to pull leaves and twigs out of the beds around the house, when a rake is too large.

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve planted everything, I think. So, now it’s just a matter of keeping things alive. As I write this, on Thursday afternoon, rain is falling. The temperature was chilly this morning, and I worked for a little while, pulling up weeds in the very back of the yard, where I want to try planting Asian Jasmine, again, with the hope that it will take root before squirrels pull it up, like they did last spring. (I have some squirrel deterrent spray, which, maybe, will work.)

 

Everything on earth has its own time and its own season. There is a time for birth and death, planting and reaping

Ecclesiastes 3:1,2 (Contemporary English Version) 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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