I planted two bags of dahlia bulbs. The majority of the flower buds died before blooming but yesterday I eyeballed one dahlia frolicking among the spent daisies and one about to flower. I think I’m ready for my job at the New York Botanical Garden.
The good news is that all the flower beds are now weeded and almost everything that has bloomed and spent has been cut back for the winter.
My gardener said the hydrangea not blooming was singularly due to lack of water. Uh oh. I think she’s chiding me for being a bad homeowner. She suggested, in very strong but nice terms, that I haul buckets of water over to the hydrangea bed (it’s too far away for the hose to reach) and gently pour one or two buckets of water into each plant three times a week. Thank heavens it rained yesterday and is heavily damp and dewy today. My talents as Jack’s better half Jill are weak.
In other breaking news, I’m laundering all the dog bed covers today. Dawg’s dander is getting to me and the house smells too. She has five beds so it’s going to be several loads of laundry. Don’t you wish for my exciting life?