Tuesday, Tuesday...

Tuesday’s weather was basically a repeat of Monday’s, that is to say, mid-70’s, sunny with a nice breeze. Beautiful, for a change!

So, when I got home after work, I was outside and working (again) by 5:45 PM. I started with the mailbox garden and the tree garden. First I weeded them and then I got that 40 pound bag of potting soil (enter a “groan” here for my back).

That begs the question: How do I lose like two inches of dirt every year over the winter in the container left outside? Do like the dirt fairies come and steal handfuls (they would have small hands, remember) from October to May? I dunno…

Anyway, I refilled the containers with dirt and then planted my this year’s minimalist gardens: six plants of wave petunias in each.

Next on the list was to put landscape fabric and mulch down on the front garden and then cut the back lawn. But the twinge in my back I’d had all day (from yesterday’s planting, I presume) was annoyed by lifting the 40 pounds of potting soil and now I fear it.

So, I went directly to cutting the back lawn. It finally is starting to look nice again although there are still areas when I ran over clumps of grass before and they’ve dried and hardened. [Note to self: I should rake those up.]

Anyway, I had everything put away and the house buttoned up by 8:30 PM.

I warmed up the last two ears of sweet corn and ate those with a half of a sandwich. I missed the beginning of it, of course, but watched a 1953 Western (“Shane” with Alan Ladd) until it finished and then went to sleep.