On Sunday, Hub Man helped me prune the beleaguered peach tree. He did in 15 minutes what would have taken me an hour. There's much to be said for manly muscles…. I say beleaguered because it has been struggling to be free of disease for three years now. As you can see, we lopped off a large branch that was unbalancing the tree and gave it a severe pruning. It looks like it has a crew cut now. He then sprayed it with dormant oil spray of sulfurous malodor. I will spray it once more before it blooms and hope for the best.
We are in the bleak gray days of February now. The soil is cold and compacted by rain. This is not a pleasant place right now for a gardener. But I have plans….
The seed orders have started to come in, and as soon as I can get a bed dug up, I'm putting in Sweet Peas.
In other news, Snoopy has been declared conditionally adoptable, and we are checking our list of applicants to see if there is someone who could take him even with his propensity toward grouchy/snappy from time to time.
And whose idea was it to read through all my old journals any way? I want a word with you. I don't know how I survived my own life. Truly I don't.
(I TOLD you not to do it. But you never listen to me.)
No, you have that wrong deary. I can never STOP listening to you…
Digging in the garden sounds like a good thing to do. Get your nose out of those journals and find the shovel. Get crackin'!