Greetings, my fellow port swillers and happy May Day!
An off Friday for ol’ Robbo and my one goal for the day is to plant some wisteria against the porch pillars to replace the jasmine that didn’t survive this winter’s global warming. I’ve already got a hedge of the stuff along one side of the back fence, so it will all compliment nicely.
The great thing about wisteria is that, once established, it is virtually indestructible. And apart from whacking it back every now and again to keep it from consuming all around it, it’s virtually maintenance-free.
The older I get, the more I like that combination.
UPDATE: Done and done. Meadow Farms was selling nice, big, three gallon container specimens with hearty root systems and good budding. (Somebody told me long ago that one must never buy a wisteria unless one sees flowers on it. Otherwise you might get stuck with a dud.)
Sigh…even as I went to pull out the jasmine, I still cherished a hope that it might just be pining for the fjords. Nope. It was, indeed, ex-jasmine.
Whelp, now that that job is over with, the garden is a solid mass of weeds and the lawn needs mowing again, but I’m not going to bother with those today.
UPDATE DEUX: By the bye, when I said happy May Day, I meant the traditional holiday, not the rat-bastard Communist one. As a matter of fact, today is also the Feast of St. Joseph the Worker, established in the mid-50’s to emphasize the dignity associated with honest labor that the Church felt was lost under Marxist regimes. The difference between it and the Commie May Day is that Christianity is first and last about the salvation of each and every individual soul. Honest labor contributes to that salvation. On the other hand, to the Commies, the “worker” is nothing more than a faceless number, simply part of an overall politickal calculus, and utterly meaningless in and of himself. Indeed, that whole “worker’s paradise” line was nothing more than bait designed to get the mob to do what the elites wanted. (Spits.)
Just so we have that sorted out.