A few weeks ago when we were sure that the animals would be lining up two by two, I was invited to tour P. Allen Smith’s Moss Mountain Farm. I donned my boots and my favorite sun hat which I figured could double nicely as an umbrella when the moment came.
This was his family’s farm in Tennessee. If you stared long enough you could see the trees and grass almost sway with wind. And imagine the work happening on the homestead. I love pieces of art that hold personal history.
They all invited you to lounge on a cushion or rest your shoulder into a windowsill and just take in the drizzle and fog of the Arkansas River Valley.
I was rather sad Saturday morning. I knew I couldn’t and didn’t want to spend the day with my face in a tear soaked pillow. I had to find a project. Be productive.
The plan is to fill in between the boards with river rock. There is a place in town by the river that sells it for $7 a ton. Awesome landscaping deal there. Once the rock is down I’m going to sprinkle in concrete then spray it with water to set everything.
I can’t wait till it’s all finished!
I got a larger container because I wanted to give them room to spread out but the 3 plants were looking rather sparse in the big pot. So I picked up a couple of larger quartz rocks from the garden and grabbed some seashells and other beach finds to decorate and fill the pot. I was rather happy with the way it turned out and mom was so excited.
After more than just one helping of the dessert spread we adjourned to the yard. Me to pull some weeds and finish placing the squash plants and her to snap pictures of our lush green yard and the roses that are popping out everywhere.
So we like to turn Mother’s Day into Mother’s Day Off. A chance to lay around and watch our TV shows. Or a chance to take care of all those things you enjoy doing but never have time. A day to not have to serve as a taxi cab, short order cook, chief bottle washer or hostile situation negotiator.
Last night I was up until midnight laying everything out using the free garden planter on the Smart Gardener website. I cannot say enough about how much I love this app. In my early years my gardening attempts were plagued with over planting, forgetting to mulch, or to fertilize. Smart gardener now send me gentle email reminders of my tasks in the garden.
I long for all of these duties to be like second nature. I want to be a habitual gardener where the ebb and flow of the seasons tell me when to plant, when to harvest, when to save seeds, when to till up and weather down for the winter. But that probably won’t happen until I’m not running kids everywhere. So until then I’ll use Smart Gardener.