|Irises, hellebores and whatnot on April 10, 2011|
I don't know how it is for other people, but gardening for me is mostly hard work that generates lots of sweat and sore muscles. I gather and shred my leaves. My oaks produce millions of them. If I have time before the snow falls, I will clear out what beds I can and cover them with a couple inches of shredded leaves. But usually I don't complete this task until April. I'm happy to report that the job is almost complete as of today. I would be embarrassed to admit how many hours this job entails each year. The nice thing is: I don't really have to do anything more for two or three months.
The other task that my gardening entails is improving beds. I have introduced hundreds of cubic yards of 'soil,' mulch and compost over the years. Thanks to the irresistible forces of nature, I still always end up with sand so this chore never ends.
I've heard about other people who do crazy things like 'divide perennials.' That sounds easy and fun. Someone tell me what that's all about.
How much time do you actually just sit back and 'enjoy' your garden? For me, almost never. If I'm looking, I'm pulling weeds. Strange hobby this is.