I bought 17 native plants at the Botanic Gardens. An elderly employee helped me load my car. He stood beside my trolley and handed me the plants one by one. Each time he said something about the size of the plant – “this is a big one”, “this is a little one” – as though I couldn’t recognise the size of the plant just by looking myself. When I accidentally knocked one of the pots over, producing a little pile of dirt and mulch in my car, he said, “you clean that up”. Helpful advice, I guess. I spent the rest of the day digging up garden beds and planting the plants. I didn’t finish until it was dark. Despite the light rain, I made sure to water all of the new plants, dragging the hose around to the opposite side of the house to reach the most distant beds. I was covered in mud by the time I finished. I am looking forward to seeing the garden in the morning light. The overall impression escapes me for now.
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