The first house I owned was in Hereford, AZ in 1994. I watched it being built and was really thrilled when it was finished. It was on a large lot that had been trampled by all the comings and goings of heavy equipment during the building of the house. I worked more than full time at the job I had at the time and just didn't have a lot of downtime. As a result, nothing was done to the outside of the house for the longest time.
One day, while on vacation, I was flipping channels and happened upon a gardening show. This particular episode had to do with landscaping by planting roses and it peaked my interest. The pro doing the demonstration was really good and within minutes he had planted several rose bushes. It looked so very simple that I decided (even though I had never planted anything before) to do it myself. The pro said that the place you bought the roses should have someone knowledgeable about planting them and I need not know everything to do the project. So off I went with my list of plants, equipment and questions. I don't know where that pro shopped but my experience was quite different. The only reliable help I got from all the places I visited was where the roses were located in the garden area! All my questions were met with a blank stare. So on my own, I bought what I thought I needed, to include all that was recommended by the pro.
The next day I got up early. I laid out all my equipment, all the additives, carefully measured where I wanted to plant and was thoroughly prepared to plant my roses. I had a total of four to plant and I planned to be precise and follow all instructions for each. When I felt ready, I picked up my brand new shovel, put it on the spot for the first hole and jumped on it and almost broke my leg!! As hard as I jumped on it, it should have sunk in the soil at least halfway but all I saw for my effort was a tiny divot in the dirt! I couldn't believe it; had the shovel hit a rock? I changed spots over and over again with the same result. Four hours later I had no hole, not even the beginnings of a hole. It seemed my house had been built on one gigantic rock!!
That was my introduction to CALICHE!!
About five years ago I fell in love with Irises. They have such beautiful colors and come back year after year and the varieties are awesome. I bought and planted as many as I could find. As recommended, after two years of bountiful flowers, I dug them up, divided them, gave some away and planted them again. That was a lotta work and a lotta plants about three times as many as I originally planted. Two years after that, circumstances were such that I did not dig up my Irises. Now this year I have even more to dig up and even more to replant/giveaway and I just plain don't wanna do it. However, if I don't want a gazillion more bulbs growing in the same spots I have to dig them, and dig them and dig them; and replant and give away and replant and give away and ………enough already, I have had it! Out they go! Anybody want some free irises??
Thursday, July 25, 2019
Good evening, Amanda Here. Hoping you, as I am, are having a wonderfully blessed day.
"I am sitting here thinking about several incidents that happened at the beginning of my battle with My Little Patch of Earth.
For instance, one day I had all the gardening elements - time, energy and thrill-together, I was really enthusiastic about a flowerbed project I had in mind. So I gathered all my equipment and items for the project and set to work digging up the area. When my first shovel full of dirt started moving, I was surprised and dropped the shovel. I took a closer look and realized I had dug up a family of hibernating lizards. Oh no! I figured that digging them up disturbed them, so I decided that I should bury them again and I did. I don't know what the results of my actions were. But I do know that God is all seeing and knowing and that He took care of that lizard family.
Another incident happened when I was enthusiastically lopping away at a huge overgrown bush that was covering an entire window. About midway thru the task, a bird started dive bombing at me! I would drive it away and it came right back, making all kinds of noise. When I started the chainsaw it went away. I wasn't thinking about why it was acting that way, all I could think of was how annoying it was. As I hacked away with the chainsaw, I cut off a large branch and let it crash to the ground. It was then I saw, that on that branch was a bird's nest with four eggs inside. Pictures of an aggressive bird crashed in my head. I gently removed it and placed it in my pear tree. I kept an eye on it as I worked on that bush (on the look out for more nests) and several hours later the mother bird went to the pear tree and settled in the nest. I was relieved and started singing…"His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches over me….."