A few weeks ago, 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.
This year, we went on a Friday afternoon, since the place she likes to buy her flowers and plants all that is needed to go with them wouldn’t be as busy as would Saturday. She was right.
Once we had everything, or at least that was what I thought, we headed back to the house.
Once we got back to the house, I unloaded them and put everything wherever she wanted for then, in the garage.
Then we rested for a little bit and headed out to eat some supper.
While having supper, she asked me if after we ate I wanted to go back to the place we had been that afternoon and get the mulch we would need. I said sure, knowing it would be even less crowded and we wouldn’t have to go on Saturday.
Not only did we get mulch, but also some more flowers.
Saturday morning after breakfast she wanted to plant the flowers.
So, for a second time, I picked them back up and put the plants and flowers in a place where she can easily grab them.
That includes placing some of the plants and flowers near the front flower bed, then taking others to the backyard.
I put the bag of potting soil she needed where it was handy for her. Before she starts planting, sometimes she has me put down some pellets we purchased in the flower bed. Those are intended to deter the gophers from destroying her plants.
This year, she didn’t have me do that for whatever reason.
Then, for a while anyway, my job was finished. I went and did something else. 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.
When it came time to place the mulch, I helped her with that as well.
Then I gathered up the tools she had needed, put them up where they belong, and threw way the empty sacks of potting soil.
She handles the watering.