You know, sometimes when you decide that you're not going to be in a hurry, more gets done. But then again, sometimes not. On this particular day, I cannot believe how much was accomplished. One of the first things I wanted to do is divide and move my perennials. Ground freezing is soon, so it's a time sensitive manner.
For two days, it's been my two kids and me, with daddy working overtime and no car. Day one. The goal was to divide a few of my favorites. I took inventory of what's already at the farmhouse so I didn't move what was already there and slowly started to pot the ones I must not be without. Most of my plants were dug and shared by friends...I didn't want to leave those stories behind. I somehow managed to pot 53 different types of perennials! Fifty-three. And that's leaving the stuff that the farmhouse had. And leaving the stuff too hard to find now the frost hit and the stuff I don't care for. Oh my. The new owners of the house we live in now won't even notice I took anything (assuming we'll eventually have new owners and we won't have two homes forever). I...um...didn't realize how addictive my perennial gardening had gotten. I didn't even get a chance to show you my gardens. Oh well, you'll see them as they grow at the farmhouse. And if you're local, once they grow again, I am happy to share.
Here's part way.... (Naturally, the fire truck was handy in case there was a fire. You can never be too careful).