What would Jane Austen Grow?

Thank goodness for 2 consecutive days of sunshine. Now if the temperature would rise above 60 for two consecutive days we’d be set. As a garden store owner, this is the most depressing spring I’ve experienced. As a lover of nature and order I will say I have enjoyed this spring. Everything has bloomed in the proper sequence: Snowdrops, Crocus, Magnolias, Plums, Pears, Cherries and Crabapples. There has been no explosion of blooms with 3 things blooming at once. The flowers have lasted forever, not blasting out in a heat wave. I don’t remember seeing Daffodils this late in April before. Now if we could just get out and enjoy the flowers without freezing to death.
Mitch and I have Friday and Saturday off together this week. Yeah! This is our last focused session of planting in preparation for “the tour”. When I am gardening, I tend to have attention deficit disorder. I can be extremely focused one minute and the next flit off to some other task. I may think I know exactly what I want to do with a certain bed and then change my mind a dozen times before finalizing the planting. Worse yet for my poor husband, five years later I decide I want to do something entirely different.
What I do know is that I am looking forward to working in my garden with my husband and my dogs. I am anticipating relaxing with a glass of wine after a hard day’s work. I am hoping to make all my artistic ideas come into being. And most of all, I am looking forward to communing with God. I need to remind myself that the process is equally as important as the end result. Make it fun! Perhaps Mitch and I will have tea in the garden in the late morning and discuss our plans. The glass of wine and celebration of our accomplishments is guaranteed.
There are details I need to iron out. I want to have a “reserved for Tipper” sign to mark the spot where she always lays. It is bare ground for a reason, that is her napping spot while I am gardening. Tipper is the “princess” in the family, so I was thinking a tiara would be an appropriate marker. I was thinking a rock but decided that would look like a grave stone, so now I’m trying to come up with another cute, but simple sign. Same for Tumbles, although she is more of a weedy mess than a princess. We’ll see. Until then, I have one more day of work, which includes the shopping for the final plants. 36 hours and I am in heaven in the garden.