Triply Blessed

In a novel I recently read, a fugitive was found by tracking the water usage of his known confederates on the assumption that one’s water usage suddenly increases when another person moves in.

In my case, of course, that would be an erroneous assumption because I am still living alone, though I now have a lawn to take care of. I just got my most current water bill, and my usage has gone down because I was watering less due to cooler temperatures. The new billing cycle started a day or two before the grass was put in, so next months’ bill, which normally would be even smaller, will go sky high. I sure hope no one knocks on my door wondering if I am harboring a fugitive.

Nope, no fugitive. Just grass. The lawn kind. I was going to say the legal kind, but in this weird culture, sometimes in drought-ridden areas, it’s illegal to have the ground cover sort of grass but perfectly legal to have the getting high sort of grass.

It did feel strange, though, to be out there, on the first of November, bundled up in a winter coat and hat, watering my lawn.

I’d planned to plant a few of the bulbs I ordered, but as I suspected, the order was sucked into the black hole of the Denver postal system. They now say it could be another two or three days before it gets here, which should be okay. By then, this bout of cold weather will have passed, and we’ll have a short spell of high sixties and low seventies temperatures. By then, too, I’ll be going through planting withdrawal and will be glad of a reason to get my hands dirty.

There is one tiny section of my yard that will have to wait until next year for a makeover because there’s a pallet of shingles sitting there, waiting for the builders to come and use for a roof on my gazebo. And who knows when they will get here — such a small job is not exactly high on their list of priorities. I don’t have anything planned for the area blocked by the shingles, so maybe the wait will give me extra time to come up with an idea for a separate garden, something special.

And oh, yes — the raised garden. That hasn’t been built yet, either, but I don’t need that until next May, though considering how long these guys take to get here to do any of these minor (comparatively speaking) tasks, it might behoove me to prettify the rectangular space so that it doesn’t detract from the rest of the yard.

I do feel blessed being able to do this sort of physical work at the moment. Too many friends have health issues, and one younger acquaintance had to quit a job she loved and get a higher-paying job so she can help take care of her elderly parents (who, by the way, are my age). Also, I just found out that this county has the highest rate of deaths from The Bob in the state. So, I am triply blessed — not just physically capable, but also able to isolate myself as much as possible, and to have something as captivating as gardening and landscaping (as well as my modest job) to stave off any loneliness.


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4 Responses to “Triply Blessed”

  1. Carol J. Garvin Says:

    Your yard is already looking so well loved! The gazebo is great, too. I’m not an avid gardener, but I do like the landscaping part, and puttering at its maintenance — at least as much as my arthritic knees will let me. We’ve had our first frost here in southwestern BC, so today we took the last of the tubs of annuals off the deck and disconnected the little water garden for the winter. It looks so bleak compared to just a couple weeks ago. There will be hellebores blooming in January, and the early snowdrops will peek out soon after — but for now falling leaves are about the only colour left.

    • Pat Bertram Says:

      I’m looking forward to the time when all I need to do is putter. I just checked — hellebores will grow in Colorado. Maybe that will be my next project.

      • Carol J. Garvin Says:

        I love the hellebores. I just have three in various shades of pink-thru-maroon, but I have a green-thumb-friend who has several in various lovely colours. They tend to like partial shade — mine are in constant shade, but they’re pretty tolerant of most conditions, and once established they maintain themselves. Here, their leathery green leaves are evergreen, but they get gangly by springtime, so as soon as the new buds start, I cut down the old leaves to make room for the new ones.

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