this red sage is a new trademarked variety that's supposedly hardy through zone five. We're now classified as 6b. When we arrived we were 5a. The shift is a lot more fun for a gardener born and raised in zone 7. Entirely grim in context and collective root of the climate change crisis.
Am planning on re-potting or planting it this weekend. Most likely potting until this flush of blooms fade and then planting to encourage a second flowering in mid-autumn. Meanwhile for this flowering welcoming it to the back deck where generations of the same hummingbird clan have been nectaring in my vacillating container gardens.
We got the last side of the fence in place mid-week while it was still brutally hot in the early evening. Was consequently running on half-power and a very sore body for two days. Today is day three and so far I'm pacing my activities super mindfully. Am still a bit uncomfortable physically from the effort of getting this sucker in place. J had said repeatedly it was going to be a beast and I finally asked him to stop but now I comprehend a lot more of why he had to psyche himself up in that particular way. The middle section went up seamlessly in just under a half an hour like we did it for a living year after year. He'd been bang on to Eeyore over the final stretch early and frequently, though ...
Today the gate will be attached impending rain storms permitting. Tomorrow for sure if they last longer than expected or arrive later than radar predictions. This final part of our garden fence building project is going to be epic. Especially from J's intuitive building skilz POV and also because it means he'll turn his outside world attention towards opening the pool and having that be ready for his morning and afternoon work breaks. It's epic for me because I've been in the garden a lot most evenings due to ongoing watering needs. I've come to know the feeling tone of its enclosed iteration without the full impact. Is downright magical rather than claustrophobic as I'd feared.
The physical gate itself has been a morphing testament to J's inner vision from the jump. He saw what he intended to construct in his eye's mind and then worked with what we have to hand amplified by what he knew to be available at the local lumber yard. He's been there a lot since This began. And has consistently felt comfortable entering and walking/driving through. People wear masks even if some have a lot to say about it. Quality of pressure treated lumber is going down due to presumed rushing of process to meet increased demand. And EVERYbody's got something to say about that including me.
the Yard has always been a center of considerable local activity but now it's also enabled former procrastinators - especially from the tech-centric class, like J, who worked long hours and then commuted a couple more per day - to become rarin' to go lunch hour warriors.
I love seeing this and thinking of the larger collective quality of life shift it's creating - in various ripple effects - for those who've decided to respond to our shared life shifts in this particular way. Just a few months before the pandemic locked us down here in MA it must be said that I felt partially adrift within a life/style that was equally locked in and at the same time entirely removed from who I planned to become when we moved here - who we knew ourselves to already be.
I don't at all like the manner & context prompting either one of us to get ourselves and each other shock-waved into a form of action that's been too-long pushed into the realm of a future tense left unimagined at a practical/planning level. But the enlarging - and fencing - of the garden has put us in a much different (far more balanced and rewarding) relationship with ourselves, each other, and our authentic capabilities to live a life much closer to our dreamy plans and the Place.
[spontaneously got up from completing this post when the rain began with a gentle patter. Potted the red sage as planned and placed her in a position of prominence in the deck container garden. Finished potting up the overplanted calendulas I rescued from the field a few weeks back and began to situate in their permanent homes yesterday. Put in the three straggler tomatoes that were becoming very straggly indeed. Potted up six Sweet Thai Basils. Working in the rain was amazing - first at my poolside potting table and then out in the field. It took me through memories of every adult gardens' history and much relating to my teens and childhood garden bases. Also girl scout camp.]
I dare to hope against hope for a certain clearly envisioned grace note following the gate's successful installment. bulletins as and when.