Five inches of rain fell here in roughly 24 hours. After a multi-week dry spell where my constant promise to my garden was, “As soon as we get some rain, I’m going to…”, it finally rained, big time. Casting an eye at the seasonal clock and acknowledging that we really should have had a frost by now and the whole garden was living on borrowed time, I threw myself into the garden chores like a madwoman.
First up was extirpating the tap-rooted weeds, primarily dock (Rumex obtusifolius), but also mallow (Malva alcea ‘Fastigiata’) and dandelion (Taraxacum officinale). I can remove most dandelions with a long, narrow trowel, but there was one growing through the heart of an iris clump and I was waiting for a good, soaking rain to lift the clump and remove the infiltrator. The dock, I confess, always sneaks up on me. Bitty seedlings one day, foot-wide monsters seemingly overnight. And the mallows are good garden plants gone rogue. By the time I was done, I had left the victims of a massacre in my wake.
Wheelbarrow Is Homeless Shelter
Then it was time for “furniture-rearranging.” These plants come out to make room for a shrub. They get moved here, after I pull out the weeds. We’ll add that passalong from my garden buddy, after I take out this daylily, which will go–where?Sometimes you have to stop before you’re done rearranging everything. Then you just pray the homeless plant will survive until you find it a new home. I’m going to take out a daylily I don’t like and plant that one in the wheelbarrow in its place. Really, I am, just as soon as it stops raining.
Yes, it’s raining again, which makes me doubly glad I asked my fifteen-year-old son to remove the sod for a new bed during that sunny period after the deluge. Fortunately the soil was pretty good, because I didn’t have time to amend it, and I’m saving what compost I have left for the roses I still have to plant.Knowing more rain was coming, I did put away all the tools. But all the weeds and stones are still wherever I flung them or piled them. The dead can be gathered to their final resting home after the living are safely ensconced in the warm embrace of garden soil. And that garden soil is getting chillier every day. The rains are predicted to end on Thursday, when the madness begins again.