By Heather O.
I’m GIDDY to announce that we put in blueberry bushes yesterday. Of course, when I say “we”, I mean that DH worked up the sweat digging the 2 foot holes while I jumped up and down next to him, clapping my hands. But I did have to buy the 5 cubit feet of spaghnum peat moss and fill the holes with bushes and peat moss mud, so I deserve some credit, too.
Of course, filling a hole with peat moss mud felt an awful lot like I was a kid making mud pies, and I clapped my hands with glee and jumped up and down again and got mud and dirt all over my shirt, pants, and arms, not to mention what all happened to my hair, despite my very fancy and stylish ponytail/visor look, so maybe I don’t get quite that much credit after all.
Now some of you might be thinking, Hey now, um, wow! It’s…. a spindly little stick thingie. Neat! I know this, because that’s exactly what DH said to me when we opened the box. I also think he used the words ’sad’ and ‘pathetic’. But it’s not the plant’s fault that it’s naked. It won’t be dressed until late spring, after all. It can’t help that March is the month of tree nudity.
Other good things:
Yup, them there’s some radish shoots, poking through. It’s almost time to mulch. Did you hear me? MULCH!! It’s so exciting, I just might have to do a merry mulch march.
Of course, we usually mulch with grass clippings, and our grass isn’t exactly growing because, as I said before, it’s March, but we’ll get around that. Somehow.
Spring makes me so happy.