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Blood for Roses

Spent a whole morning this week cleaning out the rose garden at church. It was good, hard work, just pruning off all the dead wood, getting things into reasonable size and shape, opening up the mulch around the plants, and doing a little light fertilizing. John and I did all eighty roses and had enough clippings that John jumped into the compost bin to stomp them down.

It's funny working on this novel and having my head in it so much that I got distracted doing the work, and roses hate it when they're not the center of attention. I gave quite a lot of blood this time around, even with my heavy-duty leather gloves on. Some of the thorns just went right through, and my arms are all covered in small scabs and scratches. *laughs* So the roses should do well this year. I probably need rose gauntlets for the fall. Next time.

The weather's changed, suddenly, getting into even the 80's and throwing evening thundershowers that water everything. It seems impossible that we had snow just a week ago, but I've now put all the tomato plants out into the garden. All the Sungolds made the transition and hardened very quickly, and are already throwing new branches out. All but one of the Black Krimms died down to nothing but a central stem. I ended up buying four plants from the Farmers' Market, and they're doing just fine. Two Brandywines and two Shady Ladies (which are supposed to have been bred for this altitude and area).

We planted six of the Sun Golds in the topsy turvy hangers, and then put two out into the garden and they're doing quite well. All the spring greens are up and going like nuts, and the suger snap peas are a good foot tall and flowering. So all's good in the garden.
got a little red on your green thumb huh? *grins* sounds like you got a lot accomplished though.
Who cares about the injuries, as long as you can still type?

... wait, that was probably the wrong response. :)

Do take care of yourself, and enjoy the lovely weather. It's turned beautiful here too. Fingers crossed it lasts.

(And I haven't forgotten the Hobnobs, but two of the local supermarkets only had milk chocolate ones, not dark chocolate ones. Will try the third (and biggest) tomorrow.)
*just falls over giggling*

Yes. I can still type. It IS important!!

Yay for beautiful!

Thank you for going to the extra effort!
No problem, honestly. And I now have dark chocolate Hobnobs, so I will try to get them posted Monday or Tuesday next week. :)
Ack. I can sympathize on the bloodletting. My barberries were especially vicious this year.

Edit: I should have feedback for you tonight! This week was... nnngh.

Edited at 2010-05-21 10:56 am (UTC)
*patpats* This week has been a little crazy on a lot of people. I am entirely all right with however long it takes on the edits. That piece drained me a bit and I need to go through it with a fine tooth comb when you two are done anyway. *hugs*

Oh! And I LOVE the weight lifting book!! I have to find myself a gym with all the barbells and weights, but... WOW... I love it a lot, and it's funny to have a fitness book make me laugh so much.

Much sympathies and grins about plants that need blood to grow. *laughs* Yay for your garden!
The week was crazy indeed. I keeled shortly after emailing you last night. I am so looking forward to next weekend. It's been too long since I've had a long weekend with nothing planned.

As for finding a gym, is there a decent YMCA in your area? Mine has a weight room with all the necessary equipment. It's a little shabby looking, but it's much cozier than the ginormous and shiny 24 Hour Fitness up at the local shopping center. I also love my Y because there's so much else going on - lots of kids, lots of community events, etc.

At least the plants seem to be satisfied with that small amount of blood and don't require a full-on ritual sacrifice.
Ooo... your Y sounds wonderful, a lot like our community rec centers.

I have to agree with the last.

yay for long weekends!!

We'll be on a roadtrip so I can't quite say the same. John, however, is itching to be on the road.