27th May 2022
We just can’t keep away from the garden centre. We agreed that today was the best time to get a few plants for the new wild area of the garden. This weekend was pre Memorial Day so everywhere would be busy, as it is the official start of summer all the crazies would be out buying new summer tat and blocking all the roads. The plan was purchase enough stuff so that we could work on the garden without ever going out for the next three days.
First stop was the landscaping centre to buy stones for the pond surround. Kelli was instrumental in choosing the type of stone, it was the most expensive, as I would expect, but the block sizes were ideally suited. We loaded them on to a cart to take to the weigh station. Of course we had to off-load them, get the total weight, and whilst I went off to pay for them, Kelli loaded them back on to the cart. When I came back out she was trying to pull the cart towards the truck. Then we had to load them into the back of the truck all two hundred and sixteen pounds of them.
Next stop was Menards to buy another ten bags of top soil. Gradually the truck’s back end was sinking on the springs.
Then we drove to Jonkers as I wanted some wild grasses to start the planting off. We had started some grasses off from seeds in the greenhouse, but they were taking an age to grow to something decent we could plant in the ground.
Also we felt it was time to buy a flower container to mark Dave’s grave. Kelli chose an urn and selected some red, white and blue plants to put in it. The trouble was the weight of the thing. I loaded it on to the trolly,but when turning a corner the whole thing overturned meaning some careful driving was required.
We selected some grasses, and headed backroads the truck. Even more weight was added to the poor Toyota as we drove to the cemetery. As we had the urn, the plants and the dirt it was expedient to fill the urn and carry it to its location complete with the flowers, which we did, but the urn, plus a cubic foot of dirt and the three plants make it heavier. There was the sight of two people staggering towards Dave’s headstone carrying this bloody urn. Every so often it slipped from my fingers (there was not a lot to hold on to) finally we reached the place of final location, and placed it next to the headstone, there was a moment of silence, and a smile. Dave would have had a laugh watching us struggling with that urn.