Transplanting on days 69 and 70 of the Confinement in the Time of Coronavvirus

Several years ago, this was a lush area filled with yarrow and very tall phlox (from an original hybrid I bought that has seeded all over the yard). Now, it is a desert.

It is day seventy, the day after my second installment of root canal. Yesterday was a nice day, although not nearly as warm as expected. We had our apéro on the patio and Laura (our ‘daughter’) and I had to sit in the sun. I even resorted to wearing a hat as I sometimes do as my bald pate gets cold faster than the rest of I do.

I did some transplanting during the afternoon, a great après root canal activity. Last year, I decided that my war against wild violets was a waste of time. First, I like the violets, it is just that they always grow where you don’t want them. Now I am transplanting them, something I have never done before.

I have several areas that are tough for plants. The tiny space adjacent to my garage and between it and the sidewalk is the first one. I pulled out the currant and gooseberry bushes and donated them to my son. They were really not suited for the water and sun position. I then planted some bits of sedum taken from my other plants in the plot between our driveway and that of malbor. They mysteriously, like all of the plants I have placed there, do well for a while and then start to wither and do poorly. Next to the fence where I have had numerous plants that have done well and then ‘malfunctioned,’ I have planted the violets. I transplanted many. They seem to survive the onslaught of chemicals that must be coming from malbor. I had wondered why the area on the other side of our fence in malbor’s yard was empty and deep, without flowers. Malbor has flowers everywhere. He just filled it in with some excessively ugly, red-brown volcanic stones. I now realize I think he was putting something like plant poison in there and it was leaching into my side. Now having ‘decorative stones,’ he can easily do it. My back yard cameras do not see what he is doing there.

So violets, as resilient as they are, are the new choice of plants for next to the fence. I have planted yarrow, coral bells, phlox, poppies, and all have been fabulous for a while and then wither.

Evil, evil, everywhere, your next door neighbor, the government itself…

About Richard Koerner

Almost seventy something, father, papi, educator, organizer, Francophile, traveler, amateur photographer, gardener, cyclist, kayaker, calligrapher, cinephile, reader, and overall renaissance type human being.
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