A garden cart. You know, those cute little triangular seat carts with wheels on them, that have a wagon that trails behind to put all your stuff in? If I could get outside and sit, I might gradually find my daylilies.
This whole business of wheelchairs and, more recently, walkers and crutches has left my gardens in a serious state of disrepair. There are waist-high weeds in some places, and my poor daylilies are being choked to death. I’m still unable to put weight on the leg … at least enough weight to be stable and to do me any good. I definitely can’t bend, squat, or sit on the ground.
Well, I guess I could sit on the ground. Getting up again would be another story.
Last year’s daylilies were so very beautiful. I approached the end of the season eager to see how the newer ones would spread and grow in the spring. I planted seeds from a number of different “bee pods” as well as a couple of deliberate crosses. I had even kept up with the weeding all summer long. Gardening life was good.
Then that major health disaster struck, and I’ve been on the sidelines of life … at least active life … since. I really thought I’d be up and about before the weeds, but apparently even plants move faster than I do nowadays.
Nanny's Lilacs
I sure do hope I can either get out there before it’s too late, or find the where-with-all to bribe one of my kids to weed. I love daylilies, regardless, but they’re so much nicer when you can actually see them!
Not all of the garden scene around here is suffering, however. When my Mom and Dad first moved up here to the country, back in ’89, Mom’s friend Nellie gave her a couple of little slips from her lilac trees. Those trees are now about twelve feet high, and this year they are absolutely stunning with bloom. I’ve never seen them so loaded. I managed to get out, with my hubby’s help, on the crutches, yesterday and get a (really lousy) shot of them with the telephoto. The sun was behind the lilacs, so the lighting turned out odd, and I wound up having to hide inside a spruce tree’s branches and shoot through it to block some of the glare on the lens. But at least you can see just how laden with flowers the lilacs are this spring. Their perfume fills the air all over the property. I know that Mom is smiling down from Heaven, most proud of her beautiful blossoms.
Maybe if I ask real nice, Mom will send a garden cart my way.
