This is today’s Mary, Queen of Scots, Not Dead Yet posting, about my adventures in doing more things on my own, taking advantage of my increasing strengths. Today’s project was pruning the plants in my patio garden, removing the flower heads and flower stalks that had come to an end of their blooming life, cutting them into smaller bits and throwing the bits onto the garden strip as compost in the making. All very satisfying, cycle-of-life stuff. (All done, slowly and carefully, using the table on my walker.)
My cymbidium orchids are now all at the end of their bloom — fully six weeks later than normal — and are now in dormancy, silently building up their resources for next fall’s cool and rainy weather and sending up fresh flower stalks.
What I hadn’t reckoned on was the brutal heat: 81 F. when I did the pruning (still on its way to 83). I took my prunings into the shade to do the chopping and cutting, but had to go back into the blaze to throw stuff on the garden. I then decided that no way was I going to deal with the ivy-leaved geraniums on the street at the entry to my condo; something for another day. I retreated back into my house, which has air-conditioning. Still feeling a bit fried.
Hoping to do some more contentful posting tomorrow.
