I don’t think I’ve confessed to another longtime passion of mine – along with writing, reading and canoeing! – gardening. Although I live in an apartment, for the last five years I’ve looked after two of their gardens, the larger one about 250 square feet and on a slope. I grow perennials that don’t need much water.
This year I wanted to order some good garden soil. A friend told me a cubic yard of soil was the size of my stove. I looked at my stove and thought, “That’s not very much soil.” So I ordered a yard and a half. My friend lied. The pile is the size of three refrigerators.
In seven days, I’ve moved about half the pile. But the garden looks way better, and the soil should retain moisture better…I’ve discovered muscles I didn’t know I had and all of them ache.
I’m really looking forward to getting on the plane this morning for the Red Maple in Toronto and Ottawa, so I can have a rest…