This past Sunday, my wife Pat decided it was time to go buy flowers so she could plant them whenever she was ready.
My role is helping to go and pick up the flowers, the potting soil and whatever else she thinks she needs.
I mentioned picking up the flowers, not picking them out. She’s the flower expert. I possess little knowledge of the different types of flowers.
She knows all about the different plants and flowers she puts in the ground and in the pots. Pat knows if they are heat tolerant or not, and all that sort of thing.
My job is to push the cart, keep up with her so I can load the flowers and plants into it, get the potting soil and place it in the cart. Once she has paid for all this, I head out and place all this stuff in the car.
Once we get back to the house, I unload them and put them wherever she wants it.
That usually entails placing them temporarily in a spot where she wants. Then, a little later, for a second time, pick them back up and put the plants and flowers in a place where she can easily grab them.
I made sure she had the bag of potting soil she needed where it is handy for her. Before she started planting, she needed me to put down some pellets we had purchased a week or more ago. Those are intended to deter the gophers from destroying her plants.
Then, for a while anyway, my job was finished.
I went and did something else. On Sunday, it was go dig up the Butterfly plants that didn’t survive the horrendously cold temperatures we experienced during that major winter storm the area and entire state experienced.
It looks like that’s about all that didn’t survive, but my job was to dig up those and get rid of them while she went about planting.
That didn’t take long, of course, so I decided to begin cleaning out some of the stuff in our garage we no longer needed. While I was doing that, I did keep checking in with her to see if there was anything else she needed.
She needs no help in the planting itself. In fact, that is off limits for me and I just soon it be.
About the only other thing needed, was to bring her more potting soil, and later to place a pot that had a plant in it to a spot on the patio.
And gather up the tools she needed and put them back where they belong.