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| 2019 Irises |
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| 2019 Irises |
Last year, I divided hostas and other perennials to increase my plants without buying more, a frugal gardener. I give away plants and friends give me plants. We grub raspberries and give the plants away and Jim and his pals exchange hand-grown tomato seedlings each year. Gardening is in our blood.
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| The only new daylily Spring 2020. A gift from a treasured friend, in honor of my Dad. |
Here's a thumbnail update: A tiny fraction of those irises bloomed this year. The hostas are flourishing and our long term vision of a woodland habitat under the ND Champion Red Oak Tree has been met. The perennial gardens are heavily mulched to preserve water. We have a bare minimum of grass (we use the clippings for mulch).
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| Two hostas become six in 2020. |
2020 has been the driest year on record to date in North Dakota we learned last night while watching the local weather report. The tending I did to the perennials is essentially the same as in 2019 so the explanation for the lack of blooms is the difference between snow and rain versus treated city water. We are always grateful that we live on the Missouri River and do not take for granted our access to water. But, we are conscious of its use. Don't get me wrong about the importance of flowers versus food and clean water. I grew up on a family ranch, raised by parents and aunts and uncles who had grown up in the Dirty Thirties and the Great Depression. Jim and I completed a manuscript this winter, a biography of a North Dakotan in that time period, and in our research learned even more about hard times and drought. Jim and I have lived in North Dakota for decades, including through the Drought of 1988. For starters. We know that the current drought is having a bigger impact than on our flowers. We rely on our vegetables (in fact, the last carrots from 2019) and fresh lettuce on our table tonight. We donated the radish crop to our church soup kitchen and Jim is nurturing what he hopes to be a big potato, tomato, and garlic crop. We've accepted that we will not be traveling in the near future and are trying our darndest to be good citizens.
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| Jim adopted my father's handmade Morning Glory fence. 2020 pea crop. |
Last week we got the news that Mother has breast cancer. She just lost her last sister and our father's funeral is July 10. She has been locked down in a Mandan nursing home and we've scrambled in that situation just as every other family worldwide has tried to cope. She is now a patient at the Bismarck Cancer Center, and my younger sister and I were able to take turns accompanying her to medical appointments. She snagged a beautiful handmade mask (she's a wizard with the needle herself) and, at her request, we sat in the warm summer sunshine making a plan before transport whisked her back.
Listen to the stories your elders tell of their lives. You will never regret it. It is their truth. And yours. And ours.
