Here Comes Summer

I think I'm going to like this.

Summer starts when I clean off the front porch, bring out the tables stored in the garage, and plant pots to hang from the eaves and crouch in the corners. It is a huge production mostly because I get easily distracted.  Every year, I swear to simplify.

I bought a couple of different begonias and diamond frost for my Big Focus.

This year, I do not replant the geraniums, I simply fasten a hanger onto the pots and up they go. I decide not to mix things, mixing causes me grief since they all have special needs and I always forget what they are.

So it’s one pot — one kind of plant cept for the feature focus. I pull all of my house plants out, yank them out of their stupor, trim them, and stick them in new pots. I hack a couple to the soil line and wish them well. I throw a stub of a dracena into a vase to see if it will root. I am on fire.

I sweep the porch and bring up the hose basket so I don’t have to drag the hose from the side of the house every time I need to water.

Then,  I water everything and every surface. Sig comes home and looks around; he loves the porch. He says, “Looks great, want me to go get some wine? ” Yeah baby — here comes summer.

About steviereynolds

One summer when I worked as a time card clerk for Younkers department store, I ran across my personnel file. I found out that my high school principal, Father Scott, said I was "phlegmatic." Forty-five years later, I still wonder whether he meant self-possessed, calm, and unruffled or torpid, sluggish and indifferent. Frankly I don't remember having much to do with Father Scott. He's dead now so I've missed the chance to see where he actually stood. But thinking about it has kept me on my toes.
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3 Responses to Here Comes Summer

  1. Joyce Emery says:

    You are an overachiever .. I only got 3 pots done and the porch is still dirty … but I do have a bottle of wine.

  2. Well, no. I got a lot done. You got something done well. Big difference. Let’s drink the bottle of wine and talk about it.

  3. shawn says:

    O’s my day for the ritual..only I’m starting with the deck!! The Cavit is chilling for the end of the day…wish you were here!!!

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