Mother's Day was actually rather nice. We headed out to Gerten's Nursery early in the morning, and construction caused me to get lost only one time. We were still there relatively on time with plenty of carts available and minimal crowds. We did run into Chickie, ChickieMama and Chickie's brother Clarke a couple of times while we were roaming. We all wanted to choose plants for this year's garden. But basically we were on our own most of the time.
We wanted plants for the lower terraced yard - the "castle walls" as I often refer to them. DH is in charge of gardening - I'm not enthralled by the process, just enjoy the results. We ended up with a cart full and Minion's hatch was well filled with boxes containing lovely greenery.
Being in the car, in close quarters for more than 30 minutes each direction forced DH and I to talk a bit, and that helped clear the air between us somewhat. It wasn't perfect, but it was a start. I did mention the idea of counseling to him, but that got shot down immediately. He sees me as radically changing and says instead of randomly coming up with a "Why don't we stop over there for lunch" or whatever, now he has to think about whether his choice will work into my food plan. I told him that's on me, not on him. That almost anywhere he could take me, I'd find something I could eat. That's probably overly simplistic, but I'll be learning how to live within my food plan's lifestyle over the next two weeks, so I don't think it's out of the realm of possibility.
When we got home, he changed clothes while I carried the plant boxes to the lower yard, then joined him while he arranged things. We raked quite a bit of the upper yard, getting rid of a rotted palette that had contained rocks and bricks we had used in wall construction. That part of the yard looks a lot better now. He also clued me in on where he's thinking about putting a fire pit. That's been on our "I want" agenda for quite a while. This year? Hard to say whether it will be that soon, but the plan sounded really good.
He then pulled out a bunch of tools and dirt from the shed and got to work. In mid-afternoon he settled down with a scotch on the rocks, while I had a shot of Tequila. He ended up with another drink later and I switched to dark rum.
He got all of the plants planted except for four large ones that will go in on Tuesday, and that was a lot of work. Now it's up to them to grow, but I think they'll do well. He still needs to plant a couple of everbearing strawberries for me, as well as some miscellaneous green things for himself, but the yard already looks much brighter and happier.
Our rocky personal relationship ground seems to be semi-solid once again, although who knows how long that will last. I'm pretty sure we'll work our way through this, and each of us will have to make some compromises. But I'm not giving up. I've got 40+ years into this and I'm as stubborn as they come - LOL. Have an excellent Monday and I'll be back tomorrow. Stay safe, be kind and please, wear your mask.
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