Dark o'clock


 

There are some evenings where I keep going long after I should have gone inside for the night. Sometimes it is because I went back out to the garden after dinner. Tonight, there were a lot of perennials and shrubs I wanted to get into the new beds in front of the solar panel, before the rain starts. We're expecting to get rain off-and-on for the next three days, followed by a jump in temperature into the high 80's. Considering that this week has struggled to get to 70F, that will be quite the shock to newly transplanted plants. Getting them into the chips, surrounded by coarse compost, and watered in... that makes the transition so much better.

Tonight, the solar lights that dot the garden came on not long after the sky yellowed, then darkened. As the little lights started popping on, and swaying gently in the last breezes of the day... I realized that it was probably time to head inside. I still needed to get everything watered in, which of course made it absolutely dark as I finished everything and got tools put back in the shed. Almost dark enough that I needed a headlamp, but I hadn't planned ahead. 

This bed was brand new three years ago. 

 

Tomorrow morning, I'll get back out there before work, before daylight brightens, and probably before it is appropriate to be playing music from my little bluetooth speaker. There are a few more plants I really would like to get transplanted... but that could also be my epitaph.  

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