"next year I'm not going to move a tree on Fathers' Day." I agreed. We had a smallish conifer planted by a previous resident in an awkward location, and a neighbor with a backhoe said she (yes, she) would move it. With our supervision and her manipulation of the machinery, we first got the new hole dug and readied it for the tree. An hour and a half later, and deciding I couldn't watch any longer, the tree roots were finally untangled from the roots of a nearby oak and replanted. It looks wonderful, now at the far end of our large driveway circle which another neighbor has been working on for us. Earlier tonight we had a nice, although brief, rain which will be good for the newly planted perennials.
Tomorrow we'll continue with flower gardening and the removal of nine gazillion lilies of the valley and daffodil leaves. Working on the circle today convinced me that that would be enough to take care of, so the spot closer to the house is going to have only butterfly bushes, a crepe myrtle, some Siberbian iris clumps (would anyone like some? we have about 13 thousand, all growing on top of each other) and a small cutting garden from seeds I scattered two years ago.
It's supposed to be hot and rainy during the coming week. Not our favorite weather, but the nights cool off so beautifully here, and when it's hot we feel no guilt for enjoying happy hour (reading and naps) when it gets hot; actually we don't feel much guilt even if it isn't hot - or raining. That's what retirement is all about, isn't it?
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