Then the same old thing happened. 7:30 or 8:00 rolls around and I wake up and feel energized. I would love to know why my body is on this wacky schedule. More importantly, why couldn’t I have been on this sleep schedule way-back-when I worked the graveyard shift?
I got my morning glories into the planters today. I started them in water 2 days ago, and today they were well soaked and most of them have growth starting. I think I’m going to put one of the low-long planters in front of part of the fence between my house and the neighbors. The vines should provide some color and variation to the otherwise rather drab corner. I need to find something for the vines to climb on along the fence; I’m going to go look for something with a crisscross pattern to put it on the fence.
I also need to get a couple more trellises and get the rest of my climbers into the ground. I also need to look for some type of netting for the blueberry bush. I’m not worried about birds at all. It’s Indigo I’m worried about. Every time she is let out into the back she makes a beeline for the blueberry bush and eats all the green berries off of it. She has already stripped about half of the bush! I suspect I will also eventually have to find something for the raspberries when they start bearing fruit.
I’m not getting any of my gardening hopes up for the weekend though, just the shopping parts of the gardening. We are supposed to have torrential downpours starting tomorrow and lasting until October or so. OK, maybe not October, but for a week or two, or three… or…