by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett
By play, I mean work on the garden.
I don't have a great garden. I have perennials that surround our in-ground pool. (We are not pool people. It came with the house. It's there, it costs more to get rid of it than maintain it, it's staying.) Around here, we wait until Memorial Day to plant annuals. Let's hope by then the worst of this situation is over.
While I was out, I also decided to plant my snap peas. They like cooler weather, and hopefully they will grow. I only planted a small area as the package advises planting them every ten days so that you don't get inundated with snap peas all at once. Works for me! If I had some potting soil, I'd start some other plants inside (although my record of transplanting hasn't been all that successful in the past).
We also drained the foot or more of water (mix of melted snow and rain) from the top of the pool cover. Now it's time to remove the leaves that are stuck to the cover. If it doesn't rain for a week or so, it's a lot easier, because they dry out and don't weigh a ton. (Water is heavy!)
It's all a lot of work, but I found myself singing while I did it. I was enjoying it. I was outside in the sunshine for more than an hour before I felt guilty for walking away from my rewrite. But if it's sunny again today, I think I'll play hooky for a little while longer.
What are you doing to fill your suddenly very long days?