Fortunately, I won’t have to. The French thyme is recovering nicely from the winter and was blooming away today as I set out another dozen of sweet basil, three of lavender, three of Sicilian oregano, three of marjoram, and half a dozen bell peppers. To do this I also had to dig up pounds of goose grass, bermuda runners, quackgrass, spurge, bedstraw, wild columbine, henbit, nut sedge, and who knows what other weeds that pretend to be the front lawn.
Today was an excellent day for setting out plants, with the temperature up in the mid-70s and hazy sun. The only drawback was a twenty-mile wind blowing out of the southeast, which forebodes rain in a few days—which would be a Good Thing. And while I was kneeling down, digging up and setting out, and in no condition to get up and move away, Idiot Boy from next door decides it’s time to get out and mow his front yard, covering me all over with the dirt and pollen and who-knows what his mower kicked up. I’m afraid I’ll pay for days now, having to breathe all that dreck.
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